Oh Fuck That Shit.

Oh fuck that shit.

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

Ill Fitting

Guess who finally finished this? Me. Muahaha, please enjoy some best friends to lovers smut from me ;)

DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE

Pair: Kim Taehyung X Reader

Genre: Smut, Crack, Angst if you like, squint really hard.

Words: 10,189

Summary: You and Taehyung had been best friends for as long as you could remember, but what you don’t remember is falling in love with him...

“I think this dress makes me look like a slut,” you stated, staring into the mirror.

“You’d be right my friend,” Taehyung complimented, not even looking up from his phone.

“Kim Taehyung are you not staring at my ass and tits like a good friend would in this dire situation?” you asked, holding your chest in offense.

“Not one bit, looking for dick babe,” he said, scrolling through no doubt a hookup app.

“Can you turn the other side of your bisexuality on for just a minute please?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest in frustration.

“Should I fuck Leemin again? He sucks like a fucking champ,” he said, not paying attention.

“Taeeee,” you whined, walking over to your bed and falling onto his lap.

“What? I haven’t gotten laid in like, three weeks. Main dude downstairs is dying,” he said, moving his phone away from his face to look at you.

“Main girl downstairs hasn’t gotten any action for almost three months, so, can we prioritize please?” you asked, sitting up.

“Right, right, show me the red one again?” he asked, looking at your pile in the corner.

“You told me that it made my ass look frumpy!”

“Oh, did I? Shit, sorry then maybe the green one would be better,” he suggested, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe I shouldn’t go clubbing tonight,” you sighed, already moving towards your sweatpants.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I get distracted easily you know that,” he whined, laying back on your bed. You sighed and looked at your best friend with mock irritation.

Taehyung had always been easily distracted. Ever since you were kids he’s always been the first one to point out something that no one else was looking at... Like you.

You weren’t the nice girl everyone loved to hang out with. You weren’t the pretty one. You weren’t the quirky and sarcastic girl that sat at the back of the class who had those witty one liners everyone loved to hear. You were just... you.

People ignored you and you ignored them right back. Except, Taehyung never did. Taehyung was the one that pulled you out of bed and made you do things on the weekends. He’s the one who got you to go to your first party and take your first drink.

In turn, you were the one who helped Taehyung when his family abandoned him. You aided him in his search for his sexuality, who he truly wants to be. Taehyung has always been the popular one, the one people invited to parties and liked being around. His personality infectious and laughter joyous. A must for any social gathering.

However, if Taehyung was going then so were you. It’s how he operated. If his best friend didn’t go, then he didn’t either.

The one thing all of his flings, boys and girls alike could never get over was how much he loved you. One girl tried to take him away from you, but that wasn’t happening in Taehyung’s book. And no man was going to take you away from Taehyung either. Many of your exes couldn’t get over seeing Tae as your best friend, the one you spent your weekends with rather than having mediocre sex with them.

Tag team since day one, and best friends forever.

But that didn’t mean Taehyung couldn’t be an utter asshole and an unhelpful twat.

Like tonight for example.

All you wanted to do was go out clubbing and maybe get a little action in the bathroom stalls after one or seven drinks. However, with winter coming to a close you were at your heaviest and most insecure. You didn’t like gyms because all of the testosterone fueled dick wads that could be found on every weight lifting machine. And all the girls who definitely don’t sweat on the elliptical. So, finding an outfit was proving to be a little esteem crushing.

“I feel so gross,” you complained, looking at yourself in the mirror.

“Why? I think you look fine,” Tae said, eyes glued to his booty call list.

“That’s it, I’m not going clubbing tonight. I’m going to give up sex and just stay true to my one and only love, hawaiian pizza,” you claimed, placing your hands on your hips.

“I still want to end our friendship over the fact you put pineapple on pizza,” he sighed, locking his phone and placing it on the bed.

“Sucks to be you then, cause you’re stuck with me,” you stated, raising an eyebrow.

“Damn, should I call your sister to fuck her and get you to hate me?” he asked.

“Do it, have fun with the fifty diseases you’ll wake up with in the morning,” you sneered. Taehyung made a gagging sound before standing up.

“Gonna head out, Leemin just texted back and he’s DTF. I wish you luck in your sexual endeavors,” he said, kissing your head.

“Have fun, don’t disappoint him with your tiny dick,” you said, pushing his chest playfully.

“Hey me and my four inches don’t need to listen to this discrimination,” he scoffed.

“Not discrimination, just facts,” you said. “Remember I saw your dick,” you winked.

“Yeah, when I was like, twelve. I’ve gotten bigger since then!” he defended.

“Not like I need to know that,” you sighed, going to unzip your dress. Taehyung pushed your hands away and unzipped your dress for you, throwing your sweatpants at you on his way out the door.

It was times like these that made you happy and depressed at the same time. Taehyung was gorgeous, there was no denying that fact. Physically? The man was a God, broad shoulders with beautiful bronze skin that wove all over his body in an attractive manner. Plus, his smile was to die for. However, when such a specimen is your friend for eighteen plus years, and doesn’t try to make a move on you once, you feel slightly inadequate. Not to say that men play a role in how you perceive yourself... but sometimes it’d be nice to know that he thought you looked pretty.

Taehyung is a bisexual male, preferring men just a tad bit more than women. Something you’d found out over the many years of being his friend. He’d had flings with women here and there, but nothing like he had with men. All of his serious relationships have been men, women mainly just for a fuck when he needed it...

Were you just that to him? Someone to talk to when it was convenient?

No, no no. Taehyung was your best friend. You both loved and cared for each other more than anything. And that would be enough...

For now.

* * *

The following week at work you were sat in your cubicle, doodling on a piece of notebook paper. Your floor supervisor, Kim Namjoon, decided now would be a good time to drone on and on about the newest project he’d been assigned and how excited he was to take his team to the next level of management and production quality.

Working in an editing column for a publishing company wasn’t the worst job ever. You got to read books and make edits, before anyone in the world got to see them. It was rather exciting at times. However, when the boring parts hit the office, they hit them hard.

You looked at your clock on your desk, sitting right next to a picture of you and Taehyung as children. You remember that day. It was Taehyung’s seventh birthday and he wanted to spend it with you. Your mom saved up the money and took you both to the water park that day. Since Taehyung’s mother was in rehab at the time.

It had been a great day, you both ate ice cream and played in the wave pool. You sang happy birthday at the top of your lungs and cried when it was time for him to go home. It is to this day one of the fondest memories you have with Tae. Because, nothing was expected of you. All you had to do was have a good time...

“Y/N? Y/N are you listening?” Namjoon asked, looking at you with a slightly upset expression.

“Mm? Sorry Namjoon! I-I just got lost in thought,” you said, rubbing your face.

“Who’s that in the picture you were staring at?” he asked, pointing to the frame in question.

“That’s Tae, my best friend. That was his seventh birthday,” you smiled besides yourself.

“Oh, I thought it was your boyfriend... You have pictures of the two of you everywhere in here,” he said, looking at your cork board and desk.

“Well, when you care about someone you want to have memories with them all around you, incase something bad happens you still have good memories to smile at,” you explained. Namjoon nodded at your explanation before continuing with his management talk.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Tae’s voice sounded throughout the office.

“Speak of the devil and he appears,” you sighed, standing up. “Sorry, Namjoon, lunch date just got here. Can we pick this up later?” you asked.

Namjoon nodded before standing up and holding his hand out for you to shake. “Make it a promise?” he asked. You laughed softly and shook his hand. As Namjoon turned around, Taehyung was there, smiling his big boxy grin as usual.

“Hey babes,” he announced, holding your lunch in his hands.

“Babes...” Namjoon whispered, walking out of the cubicle.

“Hi Tae,” you said, walking over to give him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled and wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Who was that?” he asked softly, gesturing to Namjoon who had left.

“Namjoon, co-worker, why?” you asked, turning in his grasp to grab your lunch from him.

“He’s pretty hot,” he stated, making a face of intrigue.

“Hands off, he’s a co-worker, not a blow up doll,” you warned, digging into your sandwich. Taehyung chuckled lightly, but let go of you so you could eat.

“Not for me, for you,” he whispered.

Pieces of sandwich fell from your mouth as you started choking. Taehyung jumped in alarm and started patting you on the back in hopes of easing the scare.

When you could breathe again you looked at Taehyung with an incredulous look. “Excuse me?”

“If you farted I’m leaving.”

“Taehyung, no way!” you said, throwing your hands in the air.

“Why not? He’s hot and more than likely single, because yikes that outfit. And you are in desperate need of sorting out in the bedroom department. I’m sure he’s great in bed,” he attempted to convince you. But you already had your mind made up.

“I’m not fucking my co-workers Taehyung, I can’t risk that.”

You heard a huff before the chair next to your desk squeaked in protest at new weight being forced upon it. “Just ask him out for coffee, simple and easy. Test the waters to see if you like him, and if not, then I’m sorry and I’ll pay for all the drinks next time we go out,” he offered.

“That is bribery,” you stated.

“It’s the only way to motivate your bitch ass.”

“As tempting as that bribe is, I’m still going to decline that bad idea,” you stated.

“Let me help you, Y/N! You just said a few nights ago that you were dying to have sex! I’m sure that Namjung-”

“Namjoon,” you corrected.

“What’s his dick would love to deliver! I care about your vaginal health too,” he said, holding your hand.

“Tae, as sweet as you tried to make that, it doesn’t matter. I’m not having sex with Namjoon. End of story. Period. Done,” you finished.

“You’re crabby when you don’t get laid,” Taehyung whined, stealing your bag of chips.

“Well, you’re a pain in my ass when you do and don’t get laid, so I guess I’m fucked in both categories.”

“You’re not getting fucked in any categories, that’s the problem here.”

“Taehyung!”

* * *

After the great office embarrassment of 2018, Taehyung decided to let up on his match making quest. Although, that didn’t mean he let up on getting you out of the deep pit you call your apartment.

Normally Taehyung had to drag you out of your house kicking and screaming. However, this morning, there was a necessary evil you had to shop for. Company dinners were truly satanic. It was pure evil hiding behind free booze and finger food you couldn’t pronounce.

And then there was the trial of having to find appropriate dress for the evening. Another time consuming process that you loathed. Trying on clothes made you want to rip your hair out. That’s why half of your clothes were ill-fitting. You couldn’t be bothered to try them on at the store. Either they were too big, a little snug or just right.

However, in a situation like this one, a sacrifice had to be made.

Unfortunately that sacrifice was Taehyung’s sanity.

“Y/N, if you take me into one more Goddamn dress store I’m committing mass murder. Maybe genocide if I hear ‘mermaid cut,’” he warned, walking behind you with his feet dragging.

“You’re the one who agreed to come with me,” you stated, spotting another boutique down the street.

“Because I thought maybe there might be some hot guys and gals to peer at while doing this shopping. However, most of them are teenagers and it makes me feel very gross to oogle an eighteen year old,” he whined, holding the door open for you.

You patted his cheek affectionately before stepping inside the shop.

That’s when you saw it.

A beautiful navy blue gown with lace arms and a pencil style skirt that was just calling your name. The mannequin looked slightly slimmer than you, perhaps the past few months with Taehyung shoving food down your throat didn’t help your cause.

But like fuck you weren’t trying that dress on.

“Miss,” you asked, walking up to the woman in the shop. She turned to you with an eyebrow raised.

“Yes, how can I help you?” she questioned, looking like you were a cockroach under her boot.

“Um, c-can I-”

“She wants to try that dress on,” Taehyung announced, pointing to the exact model without looking up from his screen.

You nodded and cleared your throat, trying desperately not to be such an awkward fuck.

“Well, we have the size that’s on the mannequin, then approximately three sizes up from that. So, would you like me to order the dress for you? We can take the measurements and have it delivered here in about two weeks,” she suggested.

“I have my company dinner next week, can’t I just try the one from the mannequin on?” you asked, pointing towards it.

“Well, that’s probably a size too small for you dear,” she stated, turning away from you.

“Excuse you?” Taehyung piped up from behind you.

“Yes, sir?” she asked, eyes sparkling at Taehyung’s handsome face.

“She said she wanted to try it on, as the saleslady shouldn’t you listen to the customer and not your own image of what you think is what’s going to fit on her? You’ve never measured her, never seen her anywhere else in anything less. So, why is it that you get to decide that the dress would be too small on her?”

You flushed in embarrassment. Taehyung could get lippy from time to time and it could absolutely make you want to shrivel into a husk of nervous shaking. The woman shrunk under Taehyung’s intense glare and nodded quickly.

“Certainly, I’ll set you up with a dressing room right away,” she said before running away with her tail between her legs. Taehyung’s eyes went right back to the device in his hands as the lady politely asked for you to follow her.

In the dressing room, a distressing revelation was becoming true.

The rude bitch was right, it was a size too small. Your tits were bulging out of the damn fabric and the leather of the pencil skirt was squeezing you in an uncomfortable fashion, that was anything but fashionable.

You leaned against the door, trying to get yourself from breaking down in this dressing room in a stupid boutique after a day of failed dress shopping. You could hear Taehyung tapping away at no doubt another messenger app, looking for his dick down of the night.

As much as you loved the guy, his dick needed to chill. Like, it was going to run out of gas at this rate.

A final sigh in defeat made you begin to disrobe. Just as you were about to pull the garment over your head, a fatal rip and tug made your heart drop.

“Shit!” you yelped, trying to keep still.

“You okay?” you heard Taehyung ask through the door, not fully interested.

“Taehyung,” you said, muffled through the clothes.

“Why does it sound like you’re losing cell reception? Are you huffing the fucking dress?”

“No! Listen, just shut up,” you growled. His silence allowed you to continue. “The old bitch was right, it’s too small for me,” you whined.

“Really? Where?”

“In my tits and ass,” you complained.

“That’s fucking hysterical,” Tae chuckled, setting down his phone. “I’ll go get the assistant-”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” you hissed. Taehyung’s footsteps stopped.

“What do you expect me to do!” he complained. “Listen, I love you but I have a-”

“Taehyung, can you prioritize me over your dick for once please?” you asked. Taehyung sighed once again through the door.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked.

“C-Crawl under the door and help me get out of this stupid contraption,” you stated.

“Crawl under the door in a women’s dressing room, you’re much kinkier than I remember... The book club would be scandalized,” he said, getting down on the ground.

As he shuffled in, Taehyung made the grave mistake of looking up...

There you were, a stupid fucking dress crumpled on your head, and panties on full display. Taehyung was eye level with your center, covered in lacy underwear that decorated your skin like a present. His heart shuddered for a moment before beginning to race. His hands got sweaty on the wooden floor as he tried to remember how to breathe.

The only thing he could think about was diving face first into your sweet pussy, practically being waved in front of his face.

“Tae, what the fuck are you doing?” you asked, huffing in impatience. Taehyung jolted at the idea of being caught staring at his best friends vag, while she is stuck in a dress. He jolted so hard in fact that he wound up smacking his head on the door.

“Ah, shit!” he whined, rubbing his head in frustration.

“Tae? You alright?” you asked, sounding concerned.

“Fine babe,” he said, touching your calf in comfort. Goosebumps raised on your skin after his warm palm left. He stood before you, trying to figure out how the fuck you managed to get yourself in this situation.

“Just, please hurry and get this stupid thing off of me so I can go eat something.”

Tae resisted the urge to jab at the ironic situation you were in, due to indulging yourself a few too many times, however the word resisted is key. “I’m working on it,” he stated, gripping the fabric and trying to pull it over your head. You yelped in pain and he stopped promptly.

“I-I think the zipper is caught in my hair or my bra. Maybe both,” you whimpered, wanting nothing more than to crawl back into whatever hole hell spit you out from.

“Yeah, it’s caught in your bra hook,” Taehyung examined. “There’s some hair tangled up in it as well, just hold on for a second. Try not to move,” he said. You stood patiently as Taehyung ever so carefully unwound your hair from the zipper track, leaving just a little bit of snarl for you to deal with later.

Next, the bra.

“I think I’m gonna have to unhook your bra,” Tae stated, placing his hand on his chin in contemplation.

“Excuse me?” you asked.  

“It’s really a bad time to fart, cramped space-”

“Kim Taehyung just unclip the fucking thing and get me out of the stupid dress!” you yelled.

“Shh! Easy, I don’t want to be caught in this stupid predicament of yours,” he growled.

“Close your eyes then,” you asked softly.

“Hmm? Why?” he asked, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Because if you unclip my bra it’ll come off,” you stated, trying not to turn even more red than you were certain you were.

“Duh, that’s the reason we need to unclip it. Unless you want to buy the dress like this?” he suggested, the thought of you actually pursuing that hilarious to him.

“I don’t want you to see me topless,” you stated softly. Taehyung made a confused face.

“I’ve seen your tits many times, Y/N, what’s the big deal?” he asked.

“You’ve never seen them fully, I’d like to keep it that way,” you declared.

“Fine, I’ll shut my eyes. I bet I could unhook bras without looking,” he snorted.

“Oh shut up you playboy,” you whined. Taehyung chuckled before closing his eyes and reaching for your skin.

It’s a scientific fact that when one sense is removed, the others are heightened to compensate for the loss in sensory attachment. When Taehyung’s hands met your back, a chill ran down his spine. However, not out of disgust, but out of pleasure. Your skin was so soft and warm against his palms. He tried desperately to think of anything else.

Dead Grandma, sad puppies. Anything to distract him from how right this felt. His hands on your barely clothed body and about to remove a very intimate article of clothing. You were fairing no better. Taehyung’s hands on you and pressed against your frame had you fighting for clarity in your clouding brain.

Finally the clip to your bra was found.

On instinct, Taehyung opened his eyes. He watched as his hands worked of their own accord, unsnapping the wire clips, unlatching the dress as well. The bra sagged, but not falling off all the way, due to your arms above your head. But, Taehyung saw your nipples perk at the cold air assaulting them. What he wouldn’t give to have them in his mouth...

What the fuck!?

He needed to stop, right now. H-he couldn’t think about you that way. As fucking cliche as it was... he didn’t want to fuck this up. Taehyung didn’t want anything to change between the two of you. It has always worked. You the salt, him the pepper or something like that...

He cared about you more than his own dick, so he was just going to do what the totally original main character did.

Bottled that shit up like a fine wine and suppress it!

“Ow! Tae, hurry up and get this thing off me before my arms lose circulation and come off,” you complained.

“Sorry,” he said, shutting his eyes and helping you pull the material off your body.

You quickly turned around and saw Taehyung’s eyes closed tight. He actually did as you asked... But, there was a sick part of you that was hoping to see his brown eyes peering into your own. After getting an eye full of your body...

Quickly you threw on your clothes and then ushered Taehyung out of your dressing room. You were quick to say goodbye to the lady and decided to just wear one of your older dresses for the company dinner, in hopes that it wasn’t too scandalous.

* * *

Taehyung was glad to be away from you for a little while. After dropping you off at your apartment he needed to get some distance...

The sight of you before him, reacting to his touch was too much for him to bear. He had to fuck it out of his system, right then...

He called up an old flame of his, Rose, and she said she’d be over in a few.

Your panties covering the one place on you he’d never seen. The part he wanted more than a best friend should...

The doorbell rang and Taehyung was quick to pounce on the scantily clad woman at his door. Rose mewled as he devoured her, watching as he quickly ripped his shirt from his body.

“It’s been a long time since you’ve called... Thought you gave us up for dick,” she stated, throwing her jacket on the floor.

Taehyung didn’t care for the talking. He just wanted to fuck it out of his system and forget it. Forget you, if he could. Because his friendship, his life with you was too good to throw it out because of a measly panty shot.

He could get pussy anywhere else, but you. He wouldn’t let himself dirty you as well. You didn’t deserve it, you deserved the world and Taehyung was the last person who could give it to you. As a freelance photographer, he didn’t belong in your social standing. Being your best friend was pushing it far enough.

Anything more could be detrimental to you.

Slowly, rose fell to her knees on the floor in front of him. Taehyung watched as she fished him out of his jeans and pumped him a few times. He didn’t miss the tick in her jaw at his slow reactions. He tried to enjoy the sensation of her mouth on him, wanting it to feel like the hot cavern he was used to... But in reality, it felt like a python with no teeth wouldn’t let his dick go.

After a few minutes of struggling and disappointed sighs, Rose lifted her mouth from his semi-hard erection.

“What’s up, Tae? Do you want to fuck, or do you need to talk?” she asked, looking up at him with mild curiosity.

“I’m really sorry, Rose... I want to fuck, but my dick and heart are at war right now,” he sighed, pulling himself back in his pants and zipping them up with finality.

“Don’t be, I get it. Being hung up on somebody is difficult, especially when you’ve been hung up on them for almost your entire life. I can see how that could get a little taxing after a while,” she stated, wiping the drool from her mouth.

“M-My whole life-”

“Cut the shit Tae, you’ve been in love with Y/N since before we met, and that’s been over seven years now. You fuck around, find good dick or good pussy to distract yourself. But in the end, you always find your way back to her somehow. You need to admit it to yourself, otherwise you’ll end up regretting it. Believe me, I already do,” she stated, staring at him with a knowing smile.

“Rose, she’s been my friend for years. How am I supposed to try and make the transition?” he asked, running his fingers through his hair with frustration.

“I can’t tell you how to broach that subject. Test the waters, flirt with her more intensely. See how she reacts. You two are already pretty touchy feely, more so than most best friends. Take it another notch up. Patience is key,” she said with confidence. Taehyung sighed.

Patience had never been his strong suit...

But for you? Anything could be.

* * *

Stood before your mirror good ole self esteem came crashing down on top of you like the rotting carcass it was. You were frantically searching for a dress that would be appropriate for this social meeting that you really had no desire to go to... But everything you had were stupid clubbing dresses!

As per usual, Taehyung sat on your bed staring at his significant other, phone.

“Taeeee!” you whined, throwing the tenth dress on the ground with a huff.

“What, babe?” he asked, cockng an eyebrow and looking up.

“There’s no dress in here I could possibly wear to the company dinner and it’s in five hours!” you stated in horror. Taehyung threw his phone on the bed and walked up to your closet confidently. He fished through the multiple hangers and random socks and... something that was most definitely alive-maybe. Until he found a hanger with a plastic covering.

The black dress you’d worn to your college graduation. It had a sweetheart neckline with off the shoulder bands that hung around your triceps in decoration. It was a beautiful dress, but you were thinner back then...

“Here, try this on,” he suggested, pushing it towards you.

“No, Tae. There’s no way it’s going to fit me,” you said, beginning to look through your more casual dresses that might be able to be gussied up.

“What do you mean? It was only three years ago, try it!” he insisted.

“I have pants from a year ago that don’t go over my ass now, there’s no way that thing will fit,” you stated firmly.

“Hey, if pants are only ill-fitting in your ass, then I’d say you have a good problem right there,” Tae said with a wink. You shoved his shoulder before fisting through the fabric again.

“How about-”

“The one I picked? I think it’s a great idea. Try it on,” Taehyung said, a firmer tone settling in. You looked at the dress he was holding and felt your heart sink into your stomach. You’d loved that dress when you purchased it, young and carefree. Much less late night taco bell runs and french fries back then.

“Tae I really don’t want to humiliate myself by trying a dress on I know won’t fit. Stop,” you demanded.

“You’re being ridiculous. If I’m being forced to be your date to this thing then I declare you go in that dress as payment,” Taehyung smirked. You frowned at his comment. Fucking dick move, Taehyung.

“Fine, but I don’t want any snide comments when I can’t get it to zip up,” you growled, snatching the dress and heading towards your bathroom.

As you undressed you felt anxiety well up in your throat. You hadn’t put this dress on in a long while, and you were much different than you were back then. In more ways than one.

You closed your eyes and pulled the dress up your body. To your surprise, it slid right on, sitting nicely against your curves. You stated in the mirror and looked at the fabric hugging your frame. You reached behind you and felt the zipper moving up easily, until you couldn’t bend your arms that way.

“Tae!” You yelled, pulling your hair the side. Ten came a knock at the door.

“Y/N? Are you okay in there?” He questioned.

“I just need you to zip up the dress, get in here,” you stated. The door clicked open and Taehyung waltzed inside, not before dropping his precious phone first. You jumped at the loud noise and turned around quickly. “Jesus Tae! Scared the shit out of me,” you said, holding your chest in fright.

Taehyung could only hear the blood pounding in his ears at the sight of you. The dress fit better than it did when you first bought it. Now, you filled out every inch with your gorgeous frame. Although, your boobs looked like they were struggling for air in that top. But that was besides the point. You looked too good for words, and Taehyung wasn’t having any of it.

“Nope, take it off, I was wrong,” he declared, crossing his arms over his chest. You scoffed.

“With that reaction I’m assuming I look fantastic, I hope you phone rests in peace by the way,” you commented, pointing down at the floor.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed, a pained expression on his face. He lifted the device and bit his lip. There was only a crack in the lower part of the screen. It still worked. He could live for another day.

“Now that you two are reunited, mind zipping me up now?” you asked, flashing your back to him once more.

“No, I told you I was wrong. Maybe the pink one would work better...” Taehyung trailed off, heading towards the door.

“You told me I looked like fourth grader in that dress, just zip me up. What is your deal?” You asked, surprised at his outburst.

“Because,” he sighed, staring at you. “Other people are going to see you in it,” he stated. You rolled your eyes.

“That’s kind of the point. Quit being dumb and help,” you complained.

“I don’t want other people to see you in this dress,” Taehyung said quietly.

“What?” You asked, turning quickly. Taehyung flushed, he couldn’t believe he said it out loud. Fuck, should be just commit and tell you? Tell you what he’s been thinking about and the depth? Could he do that? Should he risk it all?

“Nothing... I’ll help,” he conceded, coming forward to place his hands on your back. You jolted at the feeling of his skin on yours. Confusion swept over you. Why, all of the sudden, were you hyper aware of his touch. Anticipating his next move and feeling his hands drag the fabric together and zip up your dress.

Your face was red when you turned around to look at Taehyung. He seemed, off. Like something was bothering him almost... “Tae? Do you not want to come with me?” You asked, wondering if the thought of being at this dinner was one he was dreading.

“No, I want to go. Free food and spending time with you is always a bonus. Get ready, I need to find my suit,” he said, wandering out of the room. You stared as he walked away. Taehyung seemed upset, almost possessive.

It was like you two were young again and you played with his favorite toy without asking. It truly threw you for a loop. But the feeling of his palm on your back, holding you there as he pulled the fabric together with the zipper... it sent chills of pleasure down your spine.

Anxiety welled in you stomach as these thoughts plagued you. Had it really been so long since you got laid you were starting to crave the affections of any man? Taehyung had been in your life for so long, maybe you’d neglected the time when he grew up...

When did he get taller than you?

When did he get his license?

When did his smile start to make your heart stop?

When did his presence become so vital to your life?

When... did you start loving him?

Your hands flew up to your mouth as you recalled the conversation. He didn’t want anyone else to see you in the dress... Did he-Did he feel the same as you?

“Tae!” you screamed, bolting out of the bathroom and running down the hall. A door slammed and feet began to run towards you, before you knew it you slammed into Taehyung at full force. Dress shirt half buttoned and pants thrown on haphazardly paired a horrified expression, he held onto you.

“What? Are you alright? Why did you scream?” he asked, holding your face.

“Do you love me?” you asked, panting. Years of subtle tells running through your mind, it all seemed too much.

Taehyung’s face turned into confusion and moderate annoyance. “Of course I love you idiot, is that why you screamed? Jesus fuck, I thought you were being murdered-”

“No, I mean do you love me like I love you?” you breathed, gripping his wrists tight.

“Y/N, what-what are you talking about?” he whispered, dropping his hands from your face. You took a daring step forward.

“Taehyung, I’m so stupidly slow. Incredibly, like snails are dead and gone by the time I understand something,” you stated.

“I’ve known that for years,” he quipped.

“Then, did you know how much I’ve loved you for all these years? How much you’ve meant to me? Have I never told you that the night I lost my virginity, I said your name? Because, I couldn’t think of anyone else who would love me as much,” you breathed. Taehyung’s heart began to pound.

What had gotten into you?

“Y/N, are you sure you’re alright? You’re kinda freaking me out right now,” he said, backing up as you continued towards him.

“I need you to tell me right now if you don’t feel the same... I need to know if this is something I’ve been holding onto for years, just to have to let it go right now. Because you mean more to me than anything, Kim Taehyung. Anything in this whole world.” Taehyung’s back hit the wall, no escape.

“Y/N...” Taehyung trailed off.

“Taehyung, please. Tell me,” you begged. Everything in your head was swirling around. Too much information too fast.

“I-I... I don’t know how I feel, but I know I don’t want any other man to see you in that dress. I know that I almost threw up telling you to ask out that Namjung-”

“Namjoon.”

“What the fuck ever! I don’t want him anywhere near you,” he growled.

“What if I went to the company dinner in this dress. And he asked me for a dance?”

Taehyung face turned dark. “He wouldn’t get close enough,” He glowered. You reached up and touched his face, holding his jaw in your palm. On instinct, Taehyung leaned into your touch. You smiled at his reaction.

“You know, I know you were staring at my breasts in the dressing room,” you teased. Taehyung paled.

“I-uh, never did that,” he coughed, rubbing his neck. A tell he was lying.

“Oh my God you did look! I knew you wouldn’t be able to listen to me for once!” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Look, Y/N. I don’t know what happened in that bathroom, but I do know that I’m half dressed and your company dinner is in two hours. So, we should probably-”

“I don’t care,” you whispered. Taehyung let out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding.

“Y-You don’t care?” he asked, looking at you in confusion.

“I don’t fucking care about the Goddamn company dinner, Taehyung. You keep dancing around the same question without a fucking answer,” you growled. He swallowed rough, throat suddenly dry.

“Babe-”

“Don’t, please don’t,” you whispered.

“Y/N... We can’t do this, you mean way too much to me to risk a friendship like ours-”

“For a relationship? Is it because I’m a girl? Are you not attracted to me?”

“No! It’s not like that, Y/N,” Taehyung scrambled.

“Then what? Because the whole ‘not wanting to ruin the friendship’ cliche isn’t a good enough fucking answer,” you stated. Taehyung took a deep breath in and sighed.

“I can’t lose you, Y/N, it’d kill me...” he whispered, bringing his palms to your face.

“You won’t lose me, Taehyung. You could never,” you stated, holding his wrists gently in your hands. You ran a soothing thumb down his skin to ease his anxiety. Wishing for his worries to melt away with your touch.

“If I fucked this up, I couldn’t live with myself knowing I hurt you... I-I can’t do that, Y/N. Please, just forget all of this,” he pleaded.

“I can’t,” you announced. Without a moment's hesitation you launched yourself forward, capturing Taehyung’s lips with your own. Taehyung wrapped his arms around your shoulders, trying to pull you off of him. But his strength seemed to sap from him the longer you worked your mouth against him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, feeling heat coursing through your veins. Taehyung was at war with himself. Did he risk it all? Or leave you? Your lips pushing against his had him fighting for his sanity. God did he want you... You looked so tempting in that dress, fuck. It was everything he could do to not rip it off.

“Hang on,” he breathed, pulling away from you for a moment.

“Do you want me? Because you can have me, all of me... But you need to promise me that I’ll have you too,” you breathed. Accepting what you’ve known in your heart to be true for your whole time with Taehyung. That you wanted him to be yours.

This was it...

You were offering yourself, your heart up to him on a silver platter. Does he dare turn around and say he wanted gold? Or, does he accept your love and his own..?

“Okay,” he breathed, looking into your eyes with all the love he had.

“Taehyung,” you smiled, pulling him into a tight hug. He squeezed you back, feeling how perfect you felt in his arms. How you were meant to be there... He rested his cheek against yours, breathing on your neck softly. The warmth of his breath sent chills down your spine, and the urgency from earlier made your heart flutter.

“I’m trying incredibly hard to be a gentleman right now, but fuck I need to get you naked,” Taehyung growled in your ear. You gasped as he licked your chin and up to your mouth, slowly moving your lips apart with his tongue and delving into your sweetness. You whined into his kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer and closer, wanting him so close you could breathe him in.

“I want you, so bad, please Taehyung,” you pleaded, moaning at the sensation of his tongue on your skin. He had some sort of oral fixation because if his lips weren’t on yours, then his tongue was on some part of you. He wanted to devour you whole, he’d waited too long to be denied. You pushed your hand inside of his partially done shirt, feeling the warm skin against your greedy palms.

“You’ll get me babe, just hang on,” he tempted, sucking on your lower lip.

“Bedroom,” you moaned, gripping his forearms tightly.

“Shit, okay,” he whispered, dragging you towards your bedroom. You easily complied, letting Taehyung pull you through your home with practiced familiarity. You whined when his lips left yours for a moment so he could adjust you in his hold to open the door.

“Tae~” you whined, tugging on his already loose collar, wanting to kiss him more. Taehyung huffed in annoyance before planting his lips back on yours and popping your door open. You hummed, appeased for the time being. Taehyung groaned and reached behind you to unzip your dress.

“Want this gone,” he groaned, practically ripping the zipper off the track to remove the fabric.

“Don’t rip this fucking dress or I’ll kill you,” you warned, glaring at him through your eyelashes.

“Sorry, sorry,” he mumbled, pushing the top down and off your body. Noticing that you didn’t wear a bra with this dress. Seeing as how it was off the shoulder. You moaned when he took a nipple in his mouth, warming the flesh with his tongue. You arched into his advances, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“Shit, Taehyung,” you said, biting your lip.

“Fuck you’re so breathtaking,” he huffed, licking his lips after pulling back.

“I wanna suck your cock,” you said, falling to your knees in front of him. Taehyung moaned at the sight of your breasts jolting at the sudden shock to your body. You were almost salavating at the thought of his thick length in your mouth.

“Don’t stare, suck me,” Taehyung growled lightly, scraping his nails along your scalp. You licked you lips tauntingly before undoing his pants and pulling him out. You marveled at his veiny texture and the sight of precum dribbling down his beautifully curved shaft.

Taehyung looked like he was going to shove you down on his dick if you continued to tease, so you leaned forward and gave kittenish lick to the tip, savoring the sensation of his precum touching your tongue. You moaned at the feeling and took more and more of him in your mouth.

“Fuck baby, look so pretty with my dick in your mouth,” Taehyung groaned, throwing his head back.

You hummed on his cock, moving your tongue along his sensitive tip and swallowing around the meat of his shaft. Taehyung hissed, biting his lip in effort to not buck into your sweet mouth. You wrapped your hand around the base and began to pump what wasn’t fitting in your mouth and throat. Wondering if Taehyung had a kink for messy girls, you let your drool fall from your lips and all over your chin and hit your breasts.

Taehyung’s eyes dilated as he leaned forward to take his dick from your mouth. “Fuck, you’re so dirty baby,” he panted, capturing your wet lips with his. Wrapping his hand around your neck Taehyung practically moved the kiss along. You could feel his thumb teasing your airway, no doubt wanting nothing more than to push down and cut off the sweet oxygen keeping you grounded.

“Taehyung,” you gasped.

“I’ll make love to you later baby, I promise,” he said, a kiss sealing the deal. “But right now, I need to fuck you dirty and hard... Until your sweet pussy is so swollen and you have bruises all over your beautiful body. I want to be ingrained in every inch of your skin... Till the only thing you know is me,” he purred, pulling to your feet.

“Sounds absolutely perfect,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer to your trembling frame. Taehyung’s hands found your thighs and pushed on them, wanting you to jump up.

“Jump,” he whispered.

“Tae, I can’t. I’m too heavy,” you said, blushing.

“You’re not, jump up before I deadlift you,” Taehyung said, not even remotely kidding. Not wanting him to hurt his back you placed your hands on his shoulders and jumped up to wrap your legs around his waist. His dribbling length rubbed against your ass and you found yourself biting your lips to keep from crying out.

“Are you alright?” you asked, looking at Taehyung for any signs of discomfort.

“I’m fine, but I need to get inside you,” he groaned, walking you over to the bed. You yelped when suddenly your back hit the fabric of your comforter and Taehyung was grinding against your clothed pussy.

“Take your shirt off, I wanna see more of you,” you pleaded, pulling at the button up that had been obstructing your view too long. Taehyung complied, undoing the last buttons and throwing the fabric to the floor, leaving it to be forgotten.

“How’s that, baby? Like what you see?” Taehyung asked, running his hands down your body.

“Yes, I love it,” you whined, gripping onto the sheets as Taehyung found your center.

“Do you like being fingered? Or are you too sensitive?” Taehyung asked, looking at you for permission.

“I like being fingered, but I’d love your mouth so much more,” you said, taking his chin in one hand and running your thumb along his lip. Taehyung opened his mouth and let your thumb dip in, swirling his tongue around your digit playfully.

“Let me taste you,” Taehyung said, moving away from your hand and back down to the apex of your thighs. You leaned back and let him part your legs, giving himself better access. Slowly, he hooked his fingers in your panties and pulled them off, exposing your dripping center. Taehyung let in a sharp breath. “Fuck, you’re soaked baby... Did just sucking me off get you this excited?” He asked, biting his lip.

“Mmm, I loved your thick cock in my mouth Tae,” you complimented, teasing him with a bit of your tongue peeking out as you panted in excitement.

“You look so incredible like this. Sweating, wet and panting for me... Jesus fuck, you look tight,” he moaned.

“Why don’t you find you?” you teased, running your hands over your lower lips and spreading yourself for him. Taehyung moaned at the sight of your insides clenching for him.

“God, I’m so hard it hurts but I gotta taste you before I bury myself in this sweet cunt,” Taehyung groaned, moving forward and licking at your with desperate abandon.

“Oh! Tae!” you yelped, gripping the sheets tightly and letting the pleasure seep into your blood like a drug. That’s what Taehyung was... An addictive drug that was slowly taking over every essence of your being. He was going to absolutely ruin you, and you planned to do the very same to him.

His tongue dragged up from your entrance and swirled around your clit, teasing the swollen area of your sex. Never giving you the spike of pleasure you desired. He was such a fucking tease. You watched as Taehyung rut against your bed, trying to find relief of his own as he devoured you whole.

“Baby, put your dick in me,” you pleaded.

“Mm, you taste so good... I wanna keep going,” he said, humming against your clit in a promising manner.

“Fuck!” you cried as he pushed one finger in your heat. Your pussy swallowed him right up to the knuckle, clenching around his intrusion.

“Holy shit, you’re so fucking tight... Fuck I can’t wait to destroy you,” Taehyung said, moving his digit back and forth slowly trying to open you up so you would accomodate his length. The thought of your tightness all around his tender erection had him thrusting into the mattress like a horny virgin.

“Tae, I can’t wait... I want it, please,” you whined, throwing your head back against the bed in pleasure.

“Baby you’re too tight, I’ll hurt you,” he said, flicking over your clit with his thumb to give you some patience. However, it made you want him more.

“Please Taehyung! Rip me in half, I don’t give a shit, I just want you so fucking bad,” you demanded.

Without warning you were lifted to Taehyung’s mouth assaulting your own. You moaned into his harsh kiss, if you could even call that. It was more like a passionate bite. “You’re always so fucking impatient... Can’t wait for the pizza to cool off, can’t wait in line for a coffee, can’t wait. Such a greedy little brat,” he growled.

A harsh smack resounded throughout the room. You ass burned in pain, but the rush of pleasure that followed was worth the ache. “Oh! I’m sorry,” you apologized, grabbing Taehyung’s face and kissing him as if he was the last pleasure you’d ever know.

“You’re not sorry yet, I’ll make you sorry,” he groaned as you bumped his cock. “Fucking hell, I can’t wait... I’m gonna punish you for this you little shit... But I need you so fucking bad,” Taehyung moaned.

“Give me your cock, please Tae... Wanna cum on it like a good girl,” you begged. Taehyung full on snarled at your statement.

You pulled your dress the rest of the way off as Taehyung practically ripped his pants and boxers off his frame. You got into a better position and opened your legs to accept Taehyung between them. You watched as he crawled onto the bed, kissing his way up to your lips.

“Do you want me to use a condom?” he asked. You thought for a moment. Taehyung was a major fuck boy and you may be on the pill but that didn’t keep you from getting and STD he may have contracted.

“Yeah, yeah I do... But we’re going to get fucking tested tomorrow you little shit. I’m on the pill,” you said, glaring at him.

“God damn it,” he snarled before grabbing his wallet from his pants pocket and pulling a condom out from the back.

“You know they’ll dry out easier that way,” you stated as he tore open the packet with his teeth.

“I won’t need any lube with how fucking drenched you are baby,” he winked, running a finger up your slit to prove his point. You winced at the harsh pleasure, but it left you wanting so much more.

“Just put it in me already,” you complained, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him, slipping your tongue in his mouth and trying to encase yourself in his intoxicating being. Taehyung gripped his length and rolled the condom on with practiced ease. However it was difficult with you kissing every inch of open skin with an eagerness that was hard to ignore. Taehyung managed to get the latex on himself and pushed you onto your back.

“You sure?” he asked, looking into your eyes one last time for permission.

“I’m sure,” you nodded, licking your lips that still had the taste of him on them.

Finally, Taehyung rubbed himself against your slick fold to get some lubrication before pushing against your entrance.

The pressure was a bit much, but just watching his facial expressions were worth the achy pain. Taehyung gave a shallow thrust to help open you up for him. “Oh fuck,” you whimpered, letting your head fall back into the pillows. Taehyung gripped your hips and adjusted your position to help ease the sharp sting.

“Relax a bit more for me, baby. I won’t get it in otherwise,” he said, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“Mmm, your so big. It’s hard to relax,” you said, panting from the effort. Taehyung interlocked your fingers and kissed your knuckles and kept up his slow and gentle thrusts.

“You’re doing incredible babe, feel so good around me,” he breathed, leaning over you as he hitched on of your legs around his hip. A harsher push followed as you felt your walls stretch even more.

“Fuck, Taehyung,” you groaned, wincing at the feeling... But wanting to be completely consumed by it nonetheless.

“Pussy is so fucking tight,” he groaned, pushing in further.

“I want it all, give it to me,” you stated. Taehyung looked at you in concern.

“I don’t wanna force it baby, I don’t wanna hurt you,” he said, keeping his pace.

“I can handle it, I’m a big girl and you’re certainly a big boy so give it to me,” you demanded. Taehyung groaned as you shifted your hips and caused him to sink into you further.

“You fucking asked for it,” he grunted, pushing himself the rest of the way in. He paused when he felt your ass touching his pelvis.

“Holy shit, you’re so fucking big,” you mewled, grasping at his shoulders. Taehyung tried to hide his prideful smirk, but it was hard when you were in the throws of passion because of him inside of you.

“Do you need a second baby?” he asked, kissing along your jaw and licking your earlobe teasingly.

“No, fuck me hard,” you demanded. Taehyung smiled and began to set an grueling pace.

With each thrust that was delivered into your body a sharp moan was wrenched from your throat against your will. He was just so thick, and you were so full of him. The lewd sound of your flesh smacking against his as he fucked into you echoed through your room.

“Ah! Fuck baby, so tight. This sweet little pussy is just swallowing my dick. Were you so thirsty for my dick baby? Mmm? Wear that fucking dress out in public and I’ll fuck you in front of anyone,” Taehyung growled.

“Maybe I will- oh! W-wear it in front of Namjoon and see what he thinks about it-Ah!” you cried as Taehyung thrust into you so hard you moved up the mattress. He had you seeing stars with the brutal fucking he was giving you. No doubt your poor center would be bruised, but like fuck you weren’t going to thank him for the fucking of a lifetime.

“Like fuck you will. No one gets to see you like this but me,” he barked, smashing your faces together into another kiss. You desperately gripped onto his frame to keep you grounded, but you could feel yourself slipping into a frenzy.

His cock was hitting you just so and he made a point to grind against you with every other thrust, stimulating your clit with the motion. Everything he was doing made you need him more and more, harder until you couldn’t breathe.

“God, Taehyung. Fuck me harder, I don’t wanna be able to move from this bed for a month. Please baby, give it to me harder. Want you to drill who I belong to into my pussy. Fuck! Dick so hard, hmm baby? Is my pussy good? Do you like how tight I clench around you?” you panted into his ear, dragging your nails down his biceps. Taehyung’s hips stuttered at the sharp sensation of your nails digging into his flesh. He loved the stinging impression they left on his activated skin.

“Want me to fuck you harder? Hmm? Is that what my baby girl just asked for? You sure?” he teased.

“Fuck me like you mean it,” you snarled, pushing yourself up so that his dick came out of your center.

“What are you-”

“Shh,” you whispered, reaching down and pulling the condom off his length, throwing it onto the floor and shifting to your side.

“Whoa, Y/N, I don’t know-”

“Get over here and fill me up with your cum, baby,” you purred, rubbing your clit out of desperation. Taehyung moaned and pumped himself a few times before pulling you against his body, diving back into your sweet heat.

“Fuck this might not be a good idea,” he groaned, beginning to thrust into you even deeper than before.

“Mm, this is the best idea I’ve ever had... I can feel you,” you groaned, loving the sensation of his hot, throbbing cock massaging your weeping walls.

“Baby, I’m not gonna last much longer,” he moaned, bucking into your harshly. You wanted nothing more than to feel him cum inside of you.

“I don’t need you to... Please, hurry... I’m so close, talk dirty to me Taehyung,” you pleaded.

“Mm, baby wants to hear me talk dirty? Oh, where should I start? Huh?” he asked, picking up his pace. “How about how fucking tight you are around me? It’s like you’re trying to squeeze the cum right out of me, fuck I’ll give it to you baby. Anything you want, you can have it. Fuck, I’m gonna cum so hard in this sweet pussy and you’ll be so full you can’t walk for days. I wanna watch my cum dribble out of your swollen cunt, baby... Fuck, it’ll be so hot watching you-ah... Fuck baby, gonna cum,” he warned, hips stuttering. He managed to work himself up.

“I want it, please baby,” you begged, reaching down to rub your clit as Taehyung practically kicked into you to hard you could feel the bruises forming.

“Here it comes, take it all baby,” he moaned. Taehyung grunted a few more times and then a whine came from his throat.

You felt the first splash of heat rush through your senses, and it sent you over the edge.

“Taehyung!” you screamed, gripping the sheets and shuddering from the intensity of your orgasm. Taehyung kept moving his hips to empty himself inside of you and help coax you through your climax.

“So pretty all fucked out baby,” he purred, voice hoarse with crying out his release. You trembled in the afterglow of your orgasm. Taehyung leaned forward and placed a sweet kiss on your swollen lips.

The strength seemed to be sapped from him as he laid down next to you, fingers intertwined.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, looking up at the ceiling.

“You’re telling me,” you said, swallowing hard. “Shit, my vagina is gonna be sore for like a month,” you complained.

“Coming from the girl who kept begging me to go harder! Damn, I almost threw out my hip,” Taehyung quipped.

You both fell into comfortable silence.

“Y/N,” Taehyung started, turning to look at you.

His breath whooshed from him all at once at the sight of you. Lips puffy from kisses, eyes glassy from tears and lust, hair thrown about from your fuckfest.

You were absolutely divine in his eyes.

“Yes?” you asked, turning on your side to face him.

“I know I may have done this in the wrong way, but I’d like to take you out on a date if you’d let me?” Taehyung offered.

“That’s so sweet, you can be my date to the company- OH FUCK!” you yelped, getting up and immediately falling onto the ground in a crumple of post coital limbs.

“Y/N!” Taehyung yelped, crawling over to your side to check on you.

“Taehyung, I was supposed to be at that dinner half an hour ago!” you said, face palming.

“As I recall, you said you didn’t give a fuck about the dinner. But I gave a fuck for you certainly,” he winked. You shrieked on the floor and started looking for your panties.

“Shit, it’s really important I shouldn’t have-”

“But didn’t I promise to make love to you after fucking you into oblivion?” Taehyung purred from the bed. Your ears perked at the promise of more sex from him.

You were silent before giving your answer.

“I-I think the dress was ill-fitting anyways.”

I’m not taking a chance sis

Sequel to Cornfields????? PLS

And again, I hate to say no... But these stories are one shots. That means that they are a one and done. I’m really sorry, but there are more stories coming out that I hope you’ll love just as much if not more. So thank you for reading!

Cornfields

Holy shit, an update. Sorry it’s not Owner guys, I swear I’m working on it! But for now, enjoy Yoongi as an awkward as fuck alien. 

DON’T OWN THE PHOTO

Traveling through space with an alien was weird.

Like, being a human aboard a spaceship was unheard of in these times, but it happened...

It started like any other, dark and kinda cold. You lay in bed, contemplating what the following months would bring. Dreading the day you’d pick your marriage partner. The human species was slowly going stagnant. If the race did nothing, humans were going to die out, and that apparently wasn’t an option.

So now, you had multiple tests done and fertility clinics were all the rage. People were chosen for one another based on successful impregnation statistics and compatibility of gene pools.

Was this to be the rest of your life? Living with a man you didn’t really know, just to produce more people for a dying race? Some found it noble and accepted their new fates with big shoulders to rest their burden upon. You?

The idea of being stuck on this planet for the rest of your meagre life seemed a bit dull, to be completely honest. Ever since new lives and new species started coming to Earth, many of humanity had left the planet, rathering to travel the stars in search of a better tomorrow or some shit.

A loud crash and a bright light encased your room. You bolted from bed and looked at the scene before you. A ship, lodged into the cornfield next to your house. This felt like a cheap old movie from the early 2000’s, almost two thousand years ago ironically. However, enticed by the cliche you ran down the stairs to find an alien staring at his ship in distaste.

He was something to behold. Looking almost humanoid, except his eyes were bright green and his hair a naturally occuring royal blue. He also had body markings over his slightly gray tinged skin. He was a sight to behold in this boring world.

“Well this is, what do the humans call it? Unfortunate,” he said, staring at the crumpled piece of metal with mused interest.

“Hi,” you said lamely, trying to figure out how to keep this person’s interest. Slowly, he turned and looked to you.

“Are you human?” He questioned, coming slightly closer. You backed up slightly, but held a firm stance.

“Yes, why?” you confirmed.

“Just wondering if the stupid GPS got me to the right planet, and it didn’t. I typed in Humanix, stupid thing took me to the closest planets with humans instead. Great,” he huffed, annoyed.

“Are you hurt?” you asked, looking at the state of his vessel, then to him. He shook his head and pointed to an escape pod a few hundred meters down the field.

“Ditched it before it crumpled under the pressure difference of your atmosphere. Stupid thing really wasn’t worth the credits I spent on it.”

You spent the night speaking with whom you found out to be Min Yoongi. A Uzmanic from the planet Utheridian. They were fairly close to humans, however they didn’t die as quickly nor were they a favorite amongst the people of the universe. They had been known to worm their way into politics and cause chaos and throw the worlds into disarray for the short handed amusement it would create. They don’t particularly care for much. However, they are truly beautiful to behold.

Yoongi, as you discovered, didn’t really like a majority of his kin and ditched them. Rathering to research the stars and the people they harbored.

It was a noble enough cause, so you naturally wanted in.

He had stayed with you for three weeks, working on his ship everyday and carving his way into your heart. The morning he was supposed to leave, you walked out with him, in the same field where you’d met.

“Yoongi, I’m going to miss you,” you said, biting your lip as he ran a few more diagnostic tests.

“Well, seeing as how I have become a constant in your life. Now that I am going to depart, sadness is to be expected,” he announced, not looking up from his device.

“Are you going to miss me?” you asked, feeling human emotions of possessiveness and the need to be wanted running rampant.

“For a bit I guess, but I’m young and I’m sure I’ll forget you one day,” he said, the sharpness of his words cutting you like a knife.

In the time you’d known Yoongi, you’d quickly figured out words were not his forefront. He often said things without thinking about the consequences they’d have on more emotionally fueled species, humans being the main example.

“Ah, I see,” you said, tears beginning to well up in your eyes. Yoongi’s head lifted at the waver in your tone. He hadn’t heard that sound from you before. The wetness in your eyes confused him. What were you doing that for? It seemed inconvenient after you had painted your face with ‘cosmetics’ as he noticed your eyelashes looked clumpier.

“What are you doing?” he asked, coming closer. You pushed him away and rubbed your eyes in frustration.

“Crying you idiot, it’s what humans do when they’re hurt or sad,” you explained, trying to save your makeup with a tissue.

“I know you’re sad ‘cause I’m leaving, but it’ll be alright. You’ll meet that marriage partner you were telling me about, have someone to be with,” he tried to make you feel better. But that only made the crying continue, at a much more alarming rate.

Sobs echoed through the field, birds going silent for fear of the unknown sound. Yoongi watched as your face turned red and your eyes produced an astonishing amount of liquid. He’d seen other creatures do something similar to this crying, but it wasn’t as hideous as this. Your nose was running as you fell to your knees. Yoongi, now worried for your safety followed you down and tried to see where the injury was.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, wondering if sadness truly was the cause of this outburst.

“Yes,” you whimpered, unable to really speak through the mess of snot and tears. Yoongi’s heart rate jumped. You were injured! He had to help you! The human race was rare enough as it was in the cosmos, and even more so on their home planet. To hell he’d let such a species die right before him.

“Where? Where does it hurt, what happened?” he asked. You pointed to your chest, right where the human heart should sit.

“My heart hurts,” you said, a tear falling from your eyelashes and hitting the ground below. Yoongi reached forward, touching your chest in a hurry. An unexpected pain hit his face and he held his cheek in astonishment.

“You hit me,” he said, his tone incredulous.

“Don’t touch my chest you weirdo! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” you screeched, tears stopping and face turning less red, a more pinkish color now, focused mainly in the cheeks.

“You said your heart hurts, I’m trying to save your life! And now my face hurts, you jerk,” he said, rubbing his tender flesh.

It was deathly quiet, before a snort erupted from your throat. Suddenly, you were laughing. The sound reached Yoongi’s ears and the familiarity of it soothed his worried mind. Yoongi offered a cock eyed grimace with no real malice inside. Just pure wonderment at a species that could literally change emotions with two or three seconds.

Once your laughter died down, you gave him a smile. Yoongi felt confusion sweep over him again. You still had tears of sadness in your eyes. But a smile generally meant humans were happy, did it not? How could you hold two emotions on your face? Humans truly were incredible.

“I really am going to miss you,” you said, reaching out to touch his face. Yoongi flinched, but then relaxed into the warmth of your palm. Uzmanics general run ten or twenty degrees lower than humans. Helping them adapt to the heat of their planet.

Yoongi felt a pang inside of his chest. An emotion unfamiliar to him.

Sadness.

He was sad that he was leaving also. But he knew there was much to do out in the universe. It was vast and unexplored and there was much to see. He couldn’t live here with you...

Uzmanics had a telepathic ability. If touched on the skin, they were able to see what the other was thinking. Generally, they had to get the person to relax and open up allowing them to see inside their mind. However, he didn’t have to search for your thoughts. They were there, almost pushing their way into his mind.

Yoongi’s face smiled back at him. The corn in full bloom. Your hands outstretched before him, reaching for his form. He came running back, taking your hand and leading you out into the blazing field, drenched in the afternoon sun. He watched as the two of you played in the field of corn, running amongst the stalks and laughing. When the night became dark, Yoongi saw himself in your bed next to you, sleeping soundly. Next he saw you looking down at your stomach, a wide bulbous mass in front of you. Yoongi was on his knees before you, placing his mouth against your skin. Then there was no longer a large mound on your body, but a small bundle in your arms, a tiny face with bright green eyes peering up at you.

A child, looking at it’s mother.

When you took your hand away, Yoongi almost followed. Wanting to continue to live in that fantasy you dreamed up for him. However, when your touch left, so did your emotions. He realized how ridiculous that was. Staying here? A dying Earth with a species that was already abandoning the ground for the skies. There wasn’t a chance he would stay here... Except, maybe for you.

“Yoongi?” you asked as the two of you stood from the ground. His hand was on the clasp for the ship, readying himself to pull open the door.

“Hmm?” he asked, turning to you.

“Can I ask a favor?” you offered, coming closer.

“I guess, what is it?” he said, dropping his hand from the metal.

“It’s human tradition to hug when there is a departure... I was wondering if we could hug, because your leaving and stuff,” you said, biting your lip.

“How do we hug?”

You chuckled at the question and came forward, wrapping your arms around his torso and leaning your head on his chest. Yoongi wrinkled his brows in confusion, but mimicked your behavior. The sensation was one of comfort, he realized. You didn’t want him to leave, so this was your way of seeking his comfort for the departure.

“I have to go,” he said, pulling his arms off of you.

“I know,” you said, doing the same.

“Hope your life goes as you want it to. Don’t die young, don’t be stupid and don’t cry so much. You look really gross when you do that,” he said, offering his advice. You laughed softly and nodded.

“I’ll try my best, thank you Yoongi,” you said.

“For what?”

“For crashing into the corn,” you explained.

Yoongi wasn’t sure how his desecration of your crops was a good thing, but he didn’t question it. He nodded before hauling himself into his ship and beginning to start the engines. His mind can’t shake that image though...

The look of pure happiness on his face, how happy you longed for him to be...

You were back on your porch, watching the spaceship beginning to depart. Your heart was breaking a thousand times over again. He really was leaving, he wasn’t going to stay with you... No matter how much you dreamed for it to be true.

Yoongi looked and used his heightened abilities to gaze at you on the porch, the tears were apparent still. But it wasn’t sobbing like earlier. It was just broken, small hiccups that shook your frame every now and again as you saw the engines begin to phase in correct alignment.

Pain gripped his heart as he saw you in that state. He didn’t know why the pain was there, but he didn’t like it one bit.

A fairly stupid idea struck him...

Perhaps you couldn’t live in a corn field together... But you could travel the stars together...

Yoongi jumped from the ship and ran across the field. You noticed his frame and began to run as well. Tripping over your legs and rushing to be by his side again. Once near each other, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Yoongi, unsure of what kind of expression this was quickly unraveled your limbs and took your hands.

“Yoongi, what-”

“Come with me,” he demanded.

“What?”

“Get into that spaceship, and come with me,” he said, pointing to the door.

“Are you serious?” you asked, smiling at him then the ship before you.

“Of course I am, but are you?” he asked, raising a blue eyebrow at you.

“Definitely.”

And that’s how this journey started. In a field of corn, with a dream.

* * *

Now, you had been traveling with Yoongi for almost two years. The two of you were the best of friends. The only friend he’d ever had, really. The Uzmanics don’t really form bonds with others, it is seen as messy and kind of unimportant to tangle yourself with other individuals in their eyes... But, when they do form a bond it is an intense one.

Yoongi and yourself had seen many things together. Some terrifying, some incredible. And everything was still ahead of you. There was too much out there to see, and not enough time to see it. But like fuck if you weren’t going to try.

Yoongi had decided upon another topic of research... Saving species. How to do so and how to make them repopulate in an efficient manner. He’d been reading for almost three months, and you were getting rather bored with it all. The last planet you’d been on had a stagnant population and was dying out rather quickly. It was a similar background as yours, but a few stages further along.

Ever since Yoongi saw the dead fetus in their laboratory, something struck within him. He never wanted to see that again.

Although, being on warp speed for a few months can get really fucking boring.

Time to pester!

You wandered down the halls of the ship, making your way to Yoongi’s study. He’d spent most of his time in here as of late. And you were not happy with the abandonment.

Knocking on the door caused a muffled groan of ‘enter’, from Yoongi’s lips. You strolled in, smiling and ready to cause mischief, it was one of your specialities.

“Yoongiiiii~” you breathed, sitting on his desk next to him as he read his book.

“What is it, Y/N. I’m busy,” he announced.

“Busy, oh I see. Am I that uninteresting that you’d rather read your book?”

“If that’s how you want to take it, sure,” he said.

You peaked at the book he was reading.

Anatomy of the Human Male - Volume 12

He was reading about your species? You wondered for what purpose.

“What are you reading that for?” you asked, leaning against his shoulders.

“The human race is one of the races closest to extinction. I am wondering if breeding with other species will help the gene pool become more varied, helping with fertilization. I’m studying up on the males to see what sort of species could be compatible,” he said.

“Wow, you really want to save us,” you explained. Yoongi looked at you and nodded.

“I never want to see the result of infertility again. It was horrific,” he swallowed thickly.

“Well, what species have you found to be compatible?” you asked.

“A few, humans are a fickle race. Females don’t breed easily, and when they do the fertility has to be timed and cycled correctly for the egg to be bred correctly, then the female has to take care of the-”

“Yoongi, I know all about that. I happen to be a human female myself,” you commented.

“That’s right, I forget that sometimes,” he sighed. “The Adamantians might be a good fit, however their abandonment of young might not feel correct for humans.”

“Absolutely not,” you said.

“What?”

“Is that the thing you’d have females breeding with? Hell no, for my fellow human females I’ll be the one picking here. Show me another one,” you said.

Yoongi flushed slightly, but continued with his list. “The Extraxians also pose good numbers, however the males are a little awkward to say the least... The females might have good luck with human males though,” he noted.

“Ew, gross. I could never have sex with that,” you stated. Yoongi sighed and continued on down the list.

Failure after failure. Yoongi kept running into the same problem.

His lack of knowledge on the actual act of breeding, as well as the females anatomy. All of the books of female reproduction and breeding are highly sought after, due to their rarity.

“Y/N, quit making gagging sounds over there and help me figure this out,” he said rubbing his face in frustration.

“Well, Yoongi it sounds like there is a lack of data for the experiment. So, gather more data. Find more books to read and stuff,” you said, pushing your hair out of your face.

“I can’t gather data on a dying race, there isn’t enough of them. Plus, the books on female anatomy are far too expensive, I’d have to sell everything in order to purchase just a chapter,” he said, rubbing his face.

“Yoongi,” you whispered, biting your lip yet again. He was worried for the skin there.

“Hmm?”

“What if I told you, there was something better than a book that could tell you everything you wanted to know about female anatomy of the human race?” you said, blushing. Yoongi was confused to say the least. What could possibly be better than one of the most sought after pieces of literature in the modern age?

“What are you talking about?” he asked, taking his glasses off to look at you.

“Yoongi, I am a human female.”

“Yes,” he nodded. “We’ve discussed this,” he muttered, losing interest.

“Which means I have female human anatomy,” you said. Yoongi thought about your statement.

“Y/N, it’s so kind of you to offer, but I don’t want to kill you and cut you open for science. You’re a friend of mine,” he said, pushing his hair up off of his face.

“What? No! I don’t want you to dissect me! I’ll show you on my body, Yoongi!” you said. Yoongi thought about it for a moment. It seemed like a rather good idea.

“Alright, that’s fair. How would you like to proceed?” he asked.

“Well, I guess you could ask me what parts you’re confused about and I’ll show them to you and explain how they work,” you said, coming closer. Yoongi nodded and looked at his book.

“Alright, so the hips seem to be mentioned frequently. Can you show me your hips please?” Yoongi asked, you nodded and slowly lifted your shirt, exposing your stomach to him. He marveled at the smooth texture it appeared to have.

“My hips are here,” you said, pointing to the joint just underneath your ribs and the skin that slightly flares out. Yoongi nodded and came closer.

“Am I allowed to touch you?” he asked, looking up for permission.

“Yes,” you breathed slowly. Yoongi nodded and reached forward, his skin touching yours. Ever since the two of you began traveling together, he put up an impressive mental wall to keep your thoughts yours and his thoughts his. But your skin was beautiful. He loved how soft and supple it felt against his hands. As primal as humans could be, they had a very lovely feeling.

“So your bone should be,” he gripped a bit tightly. “Here.”

He smiled and turned to his notebook, writing down a few obscure scribbles.

“Next the Iliac Crest,” he announced.

“It’s kind of hard to show you, let me guide your hand,” you said, reaching your palm towards him. He nodded and let you move his hand down your stomach along the side of your hip that sloped towards your lower body. “Do you feel that dip? That’s the Iliac Crest,” you confirmed. Yoongi nodded and felt your skin, enjoying the sensation.

“Interesting, how about the breasts?” he asked. You squealed slightly, moving up to cup your chest from nerves. “Where are they?” he asked, wondering what was taking you so long.

“U-um, well. Those are considered intimate parts to humans...”

“Y/N, I’m not going to hurt you. It’s scientific, I promise you. I just want to help,” he said, rubbing his thumb against your hip gently. The feeling made you crumple and you nodded.

“This is embarrassing for me so, don’t be so... blunt, please,” you said, pulling your shirt over your head. Yoongi stared at the new skin revealed to him. You had more fabric on underneath the shirt you were wearing... How much clothing did you need?

“So, where are your breasts?” he asked yet again. You blushed and unhooked the oddly shaped clothing item and let it fall to the floor. What he saw were two peaks with a beautiful rosy nub at the tip.

“T-these are, um... My breasts,” you said, trying not to cover yourself.

Yoongi stood up and surveyed the territory. Men didn’t have these, that was for sure.

“What do you have these for?” he asked, looking at them, wondering about their purpose.

“To feed children when they’re born. Much like animals with their kids, human mothers produce milk from their breasts full of nutrients to help their young,” you explained. Yoongi nodded and wrote down the information.

“May I, uh, touch them?” he asked, not wanting to over step.

“Yes,” you whispered. “Just be gentle... They’re, ah, very sensitive,” you commented. Yoongi nodded and reached his hands forward cupping your skin in his palms. The rounded buds poked at his skin.

“What are the pink colored buds at the end of your breasts?” he asked, continuing to feel your chest.

“A-ah, they are my nipples... That’s where the child feeds from,” you said, biting your lip. Yoongi squeezed particularly hard and a moan ripped through your throat. Yoongi dropped his hands and looked at you with concern.

“Are you alright?” he asked, touching your shoulder. You nodded quickly, eager for his touch.

“It’s fine, like I said it’s just... sensitive...”

“Okay, that’s alright... Um, well. The next thing would be the mons pubis?” he said, looking at you expectantly.

“Oh,” you said, looking at the ground.

“Is something wrong?” Yoongi asked.

“Well, that’s a woman’s most sensitive place... That’s our genitals. Everything we need for making the baby is down there,” you said, pointing to your pants. Yoongi nodded.

“I don’t have to see it, if you don’t want me to... You can just explain and I’ll try to find out from there-”

“No,” you said firmly. “I want to help too. If me being a little embarrassed can help save humans then I can tough it out,” you said, getting up on his desk.

“What are you doing?” he asked, looking at your position on his desk.

“I need you to help me take these off,” you said, undoing your pants. Yoongi nodded and came forward, helping you push the material off of your legs. You sat on his desk, clad in only your light blue panties. Yoongi observed you, assessing the situation.

“Are you certain we can continue, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he said, touching your knee.

“Yeah, it’s alright, I’m alright.”

Yoongi nodded and slowly pulled your panties down and off your legs, exposing your vagina. Yoongi dropped to his knees before you and pushed your legs apart slowly.

“Alright so where’s the mons pubis?” he asked, gazing at the pink tones.

“Up here,” you said, moving your hands against your pelvic region. Yoongi nodded and took a few notes.

“Alright and-”

“Don’t you want to touch it?” you asked, Yoongi flushed.

“I don’t think that’s going to be necessary you seem nervous and-” he was cut off as you moved his hand to your skin. He felt the soft hair that collected there. As well as the heat that was radiating from further down.

“W-what’s next?” you asked.

“The Labium Majus?” he stated. You moved your hand and his down to the lips of your center. He touched the hot skin there and grabbed his pen once more.

“Right here,” you said, panting at the attention he was giving you.

“I see,” he noted, writing again.

“Where else do you want to see?” you asked, waiting for instructions.

“The Labium Minus,” Yoongi said, lifting his eyes from his books to look at your center.

“Those should be, right-ah!” you gasped, feeling his finger brush against your clit. Yoongi looked to you with concern.

“Did I hurt you? Are you alright?” he asked, moving his hand away. You nodded quickly.

“You didn’t hurt me, but that’s another part I’ll teach you quickly. That’s the clitourous, it-it’s one of the most sensitive parts on the female body. It provides pleasure during intercourse,” you explained, trying to keep your heart rate under control.

“Oh, I see...” he commented, looking at the small bud with curiosity. “Can I touch it again?” he asked, wondering if your reactions would continue.

“Yes, please,” you begged. Yoongi moved his thumb over your pearl again and you arched your back into his touch. Yoongi noticed your reaction and made a note of it in his mind. A willing female participant and a compatible alien...

The final and most likely pair to create an offspring was a human female with a male Uzmanic...

Yoongi kept his pace up, watching as your skin began to flush and turn a soft shade of pink. He stared at your center as it began to lubricate itself, or he assumed that’s what you were doing.

“Y/N, you’re creating a substantial amount of fluid-”

“I’m wet for you, Yoongi,” you breathed, staring into his eyes.

Uzmanic males had similar biology to human males. They looked rather similar from the books that Yoongi had read, however Uzmanics were a tad bigger than the average human male. However, they had the same set up. Testicles and a penis all in the same areas on their bodies. Although he had a feeling his intercourse was much different than the human’s.

Although Yoongi couldn’t figure out why human men had nipples. Since you just stated females used them during feeding their young, did males feed the young as well? Seemed a little much to be completely honest.

“Y/N, I need to tell you something,” Yoongi said, pulling his hand away and lifting you up towards him. You looked at him with slightly glassy eyes, a hunger set within them... But you were still attentive.

“What is it?” you questioned, suddenly feeling the chill of your nakedness. Yoongi brought you closer to himself.

“After you’ve told me your biological set up, and from the few things other anatomy books have had to say. I believe I have a perfect match for the female human specimens,” he stated.

“Alright, but if it has tentacles I’m out,” you said, resting your cheek on his chest.

“Uzmanic males would be a highly successful test subject with human females. Uzmanic males share many traits as human males do,” Yoongi sighed.

“Wait, what? You mean your kind and mine would have a good chance with having kids?” you questioned. Yoongi nodded.

“Yes, Uzmanic males are very virile, due to the process being rather uneventful not much comes out when ejaculate is produced, so what is given to the females has to be effective,” he stated, thinking back on the times he took part in breeding on his home planet. It was usually quick, boring and slightly messy. All together, it was an uninteresting experience.

“Yoongi, are you suggesting we... we try to have a baby?” you asked, lifting your head and looking at him with curiosity. Yoongi thought about it for a moment.

“Well you responded nicely to my touch not too long ago, so perhaps we should try it. We could figure out if intercourse between our species is successful. Some species don’t react to each other, so the mating process can’t continue,” he explained.

“Uh, so you want to try having sex with me?” Yoongi thought for a moment, he wasn’t feeling particularly aroused by you, but he was curious.

“We could try, I suppose,” he said, looking at you.

“Will I get pregnant?” you asked, feeling a sense of overwhelming nerves hit you in the stomach.

“I’m not too sure, we’ll have to see,” he said, pulling his shirt over his head.

“Yoongi, do you know anything about human intercourse?” you questioned as he took his boots off.

“Not particularly, but I know how my species breeds so I’m assuming it’s fairly similar. Seeing as how our species have some mimicry in our structural set up. Why, is there something I should know?” he asked, coming closer.

“Um, no... Just, not sure about this,” you breathed, looking at the marks on his skin with interest.

“If you aren’t sure then we don’t have to do this. You’ve shown me a great deal, so I can just go find another human female who might be more comfortable with the idea-”

“Absolutely not,” you stated, feeling jealousy burn in your cheeks.

“But, Y/N if you don’t consent then I won’t feel comfortable-”

“Put whatever thing you have into me and don’t mention another girl ever again,” you growled, gripping the desk with rage. Yoongi was startled at your statement, not expecting such ferocity from you.

“Alright then, when would you like to have intercourse?”

The desire for him you felt earlier was slowly fizzling out with all the scientific talk, you had to salvage this.

“No time like the present, I’m already naked so,” you said, covering yourself slightly. Yoongi nodded and continued where he left off. You watched as his markings became more apparent to you. His skin was rather beautiful to behold. The deep royal blue that weaved with his muscles made your heart race. Yoongi looked at you watching him. You truly were entranced by him, and he felt something stur in his stomach. What was that feeling?

“Okay, how do we proceed?” he questioned, looking at himself then to you. Your mouth was dry at his appearance. Already, you could see striking differences between him and other human men. First, he had no belly button or nipples, it was a smooth expanse of skin that all wound around, covering his flesh. His eyes were bright green against the pale gray of his body, making your stomach clench. He was truly something to behold.

“H-How do you guys have sex?” you asked, looking at his length, sitting flaccid against his thigh. Yoongi shrugged.

“Nothing too exciting. The females release a pheromone into the air that gets us males enticed and then we approach. Once the female consents to the union she takes us into her opening and squeezes, providing us with stimulation that’s enough to produce ejactulate. Once that’s over she’s usually pregnant,” he said, rubbing his arm. You blushed.

“Where are the females openings?” you questioned. Yoongi’s hand came to your skin and poked your belly button. You squealed at the sensation, making him crack a smile.

“Around this area, we ejaculate directly into the womb, seeing as how our females don’t have a great deal of reproductive organs,” he explained.

“Mine is a tad lower than my belly button,” you stated.

“Belly what?” Yoongi asked, looking at your stomach in confusion.

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll tell you later. Let’s focus on this right now,” you said, taking his hand.

“Fair enough, but how do you humans have sex? Is it different?” he questioned, looking at your belly button with mute wonder.

“A bit, firstly you don’t stick anything in my belly button,” you laughed.

“I still am confused on that part, but continue,” he said, crossing his arms.

“Well, you have a penis. So that makes things a little less confusing for me,” you said, gazing at his cock with a throb going straight to your center. “And you put it in my vagina, then we sort of, just go at it... Pretty simple,” you said.

“What do you mean, ‘go at it’? Do you not squeeze like female Uzmanics?” he questioned, wondering what kind of stimulation you provided to get his semen.

“A bit, but I don’t do all the work like the other females do. We work together to finish,” you explained.

“Finish what?” he asked. You smacked your forehead.

“We both ejactulate,” you tried again. Yoongi screwed his face in distaste.

“Well I certainly don’t want to get pregnant,” he said, looking at his stomach. You sighed, rubbing your face in frustration.

“Yoongi you won’t get pregnant. Women orgasm, it’s a rush of pleasure that signals the ending of sex... Sometimes. Women can generally have multiple orgasms. There’s research to suggest that it’s a reward to promote more sperm competition and things of the like. Generally, women just want sex because it feels good. However, we’re working for a very specific goal so I don’t necessarily need to orgasm to get pregnant,” you said, already hating the idea of being left high and dry by this male.

Yoongi seemed to think for a minute. “Sex feels good for you?” he asked, looking to your vagina with curiosity. You swatted him away and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Yes, it does. Pleasure is the way that keeps humans from dying off... However, that didn’t help when gene pools became stagnant...”

“That’s interesting, so say you did get pregnant and have a child. You’d want to continue having sex after the birth of this child because it feels good? You wouldn’t feel like sex was just a means to have a baby?” he quizzed. You nodded.

“Most humans don’t have sex to produce offspring, they do it to feel pleasure and to become closer to another,” you explained. Yoongi nodded and grabbed his notebook quickly, jotting your statements down.

“I see, that is very different from Uzmanics. Women only breed once then are finished,” he said. “So you’re saying that you can have multiple children in succession to one another,” he confirmed.

“Yes, but it is very difficult on the female body. Usually women try to have children with a few years between them so their bodies can recover from the stress of bearing a child,” you stated. He seemed to understand this and continued his note taking. “However, we’re getting very off track. We’re supposed to be having sex,” you said, reaching for him. Yoongi looked at your outstretched arms with confusion.

“What are you doing?” he asked, looking at you.

“I want to kiss you...?” you questioned, wondering why he was so weirded out by your approach.

“I don’t know what that is,” he said, looking at you and raising his eyebrow.

“It’s a way of showing affection, we put our lips together and... Uh, kiss,” you said, struggling to come up with better explanation but failing.

“Is it necessary for breeding?” he questioned, looking at your lips with curiosity.

“It will help me relax,” you said, lifting your gaze to his. Yoongi nodded and accepted your advances this time.

Slowly, you leaned forward and placed your lips on his in a soft kiss. Yoongi sat there wondering what this had to do with anything. It wasn’t that he didn’t like it or anything, it just seemed a little unnecessary. Yet again, there was the stirring in his stomach that made his penis twitch oddly. He jumped from the sensation and your lips seperated with a pop.

“Are you alright?” you asked, looking at him with concern in your features. Yoongi nodded, looking down at his genitals, disoriented.

“Yeah, my penis felt weird for a moment. Anyways, let's continue,” he said, coming forward and moving to press his lips to yours this time. You didn’t have time to question his little outburst before his mouth hit yours. You felt his cool skin against your lips and sighed in pleasure. He wasn’t moving, just sitting there with his mouth touching yours. It was a bit odd, so you started to move your lips slowly, trying to encourage him to do the same. Yoongi pulled back for a moment, staring at your mouth.

“Yoongi, this isn’t going to work if you keep moving away from me,” you sighed, exasperated at his constant stopping.

“This isn’t doing anything, why are you insisting upon it?” he asked. You bit your lip and wrung your hands together.

“It’s apart of human nature to show affection during this process. Since it’s in our biology to do this to make a child, it’s a romantic gesture... Usually it isn’t so test tube and scientific, the mood isn’t right. I can’t relax when you keep acting like a stranger,” you accused.

Yoongi frowned. Was he truly too detached from this experience? It was obviously putting you in a negative mood, something not helpful when trying to produce a child. He wanted you to be comfortable and happy during this time, perhaps he should attempt a different method.

“I’m sorry,” he began. “You know I’m not good with emotions, no Uzmanic is. That’s probably the biggest difference between humans and us. You are creatures of feeling and sensation. Uzmanics believe in logic and science above all else. That’s where we’re getting stuck,” he explained. “So, I will try to get out of my own head and be here in this moment with you. Because, I’ve found over traveling with you for so long... Being in the present, the here and now seems to be the best place for me... As long as you’re there with me,” he said, pressing his forehead against yours in an affectionate way.

Yoongi waited for your response with bated breath, hoping that his little show of emotion would help break down his walls and help you come to him. A small smile lit across your face, burning away the sadness and discomfort of earlier.

“Thank you, I appreciate that. I think another reason we’re getting stuck is that I’m in your study and not on a comfortable surface. Let’s try moving this somewhere else,” you suggested, standing up.

“That could be a good idea,” Yoongi agreed.

“Alright, let’s go to my room.”

*  *  *

Yoongi was sat on your bed, a robe wrapped around his frame. You insisted that this would help set the mood. He had been waiting for you to finish in the bathroom, yet another thing you said would be crucial in the long run. He ran the fabric between his fingers, letting the softness warm him. However, a sour taste reached his mouth as he realized... It wasn’t as soft as you.

Eventually, Yoongi was certain you had fallen asleep in the bathroom and was going to abandon this for the time being when the door opened. You stood there in a robe similar to his, but much shorter and made out of a different material. The color was a deep, royal blue... A color familiar to him as he looked at his skin.

“Are you ready?” he asked, watching as you came forward.

“As I’ll ever be,” you breathed, standing right in front of him.

“So, how should we proceed?” he asked, looking at your wet hair. “Did you bathe?” he questioned, taking a strand between his fingers. You nodded and lifted your leg onto the bed.

“Touch,” you offered, pulling the robe up off your thigh slowly. Yoongi nodded and reached out, placing his hand on your shin. Your skin was warm to the touch, his cool skin meshing with your own nicely. He heard you sigh in content, closing your eyes and relaxing. “Go higher,” you suggested. He did as instructed, moving his hand up over your knee. The skin he found was so smooth and soft, it was pleasant to feel.

“You’re soft,” he said quietly, admiring the way you reacted to his touch.

“Thank you,” you commented. “I’m going to take my robe off, but keep yours on alright?” you requested. Yoongi nodded and closed his eyes.

“You may disrobe whenever you like,” he said, keeping his eyes shut. He felt your hand on his cheek, causing his eyes to lift open. You were staring at him, a soft look in your eyes.

“Don’t look away, I have something to show you.” Yoongi nodded and did as you asked, keeping his eyes open and on your body.

With patient movements you undid the tie around your waist, pulling the silken fabric apart. Yoongi wasn’t sure what purpose this served, but it was almost irritating how slow you were. He wanted to see you again. He came to the conclusion that he like how you looked naked. You were different than Uzmanic females, of course, but it wasn’t a bad different. The pink tones of your skin made him more worked up than he had realized.

Finally the robe fell to the floor and you stood before him with more material over yourself. He recognized the design of the clothing, but didn’t know what they were for. “You still have more clothing on? How long does the mating process between humans take?” he asked, propping his head up on his palm. You made a sort of distressed squeak and crossed your arms over your chest.

“This is called lingerie, it’s used to help women arouse males with pretty fabric,” you said, turning around to show him. Yoongi did think that it looked nice, but it was still on you and keeping him from touching your skin.

“Seems a bit redundant when it’s just going to be taken off anyways,” he feigned irritation, raising an eyebrow. You huffed in annoyance at your seducing techniques going AWOL.

“I’m trying to arouse you! Do Uzmanics really not enjoy sex to the point when a woman offers themselves up to them on a silver platter, they turn around and say they wanted gold?”

“I never said I wasn’t aroused,” he said, keeping a level face. Yoongi couldn’t deny that you looked good. But it all seemed a little useless when the process wasn’t going to be very long.

“A-are you aroused by me, Yoongi?” you asked, a blush rising to your cheeks.

“Sure,” he said, not conveying any kind of emotion to back up his statement.

“Sure? I’m stood here in the nicest set of lingerie I own and all you can say is sure? What do I have to do to get you excited to have sex with me?” you asked, coming closer.

Yoongi thought about it for a minute... The female pheromones that were released during their breeding sessions usually made him feel a little sick, not aroused. But he wasn’t sure if he’d ever been truly aroused in his life. The women of his home were pretty, sure, but nothing of great importance. You were already much more beautiful in his opinion. Especially with your soft skin...

“Not too sure, I don’t know if I’ve ever been aroused in my life... Uzmanics don’t use sex as a means to procure pleasure. We do it so our race doesn’t die out. Necessary evil if you will. It’s painful for the woman and the men don’t generally get much enjoyment out of hurting their partner, so it’s all together kind of boring and unsatisfying,” he said.

“Is your penis sensitive? Like, do you gain pleasure from being inside the females?” you asked. Yoongi thought back and nodded.

“Yes, it feels nice when we’re inside them. But generally they are screaming so you feel bad to gain any kind of pleasure from the encounter,” he explained. You sighed in relief and went to your knees.

“Then I have an idea,” you said, crawling in between his legs.

“What is it?” he asked, looking at you being so close to his length was sort of awkward.

“I’m going to blow you,” you said, moving his robe aside and looking at his length with determination in your eyes.

“Blow me what-ah!” Yoongi yelped as you took his penis in your mouth. He gripped your shoulders and bit his lip, not knowing what to do with the sensations. It was so hot inside of your mouth. Since Uzmanics have their lower body temperatures the feeling of being enveloped by something so warm and wet was incredible.

You wrapped your hand around his shaft and began pumping up and down, ensuring every inch of his cock was covered in slick. Yoongi trembled at the sensation, eyes closed shut from the feeling. He couldn’t seem to catch his breath as he focused on your touch. The way your skin felt against his, caressing his length unlike the females he’d been with before.

“Do you like it? Does it feel nice?” you asked, licking the underside of his shaft and sucking on the tip like a popsicle. Yoongi wasn’t sure he could speak, so overwhelmed by you. Every slight adjustment of your grip on his dick made him shiver slightly. He gave a nod, biting his lip harsh enough to draw blood.

You stared at his face, feeling pleasure course through your core. It was almost embarrassing how soaked your panties were, enough to stick to your center. Yoongi was slowly losing grip on his mental state, slowly feeling your thoughts sweep into his mind.

He could feel your pleasure just from sucking him, how much you got off on it. Your emotions plus his own physical state started pushing him towards an edge. He’d ejaculated before, obviously, but this sensation was something completely heightened. Different than the times he’d bred before.

“Y-Y/N, I feel really weird,” he warned, trying to get you to stop. But you wanted to taste him, more than anything.

“It’s okay, Yoongi. Let it out, let me taste you... I want it, please give it to me,” you whined, pumping him aggressively. Your words caused a wire inside him to snap.

He came with a shout into your mouth, surprising more than you with the velocity and the amount he produced. He couldn’t seem to stop, he wanted to fill you up... When the sensitivity set in, Yoongi pulled himself from your mouth. You swallowed his cum and wiped your lips, looking Yoongi in the eyes with desire. Without knowing why, Yoongi surged forward and captured your mouth with his, causing you to fall back onto the floor. He followed you, not severing the kiss, moving his palms to yours. You interlocked your fingers and encouraged him to kiss you deeper. Yoongi seemed to pick up quickly, licking into your mouth with fervor.

Yoongi pulled back and licked his lips, tasting himself on your tongue. “I can see the appeal of kissing now,” he breathed, leaning back down and swallowing your mouth once again. You gripped his neck to keep yourself grounded. The lack of air made your head spin, but you didn’t want to be seperated for even a moment. Yoongi finally let you pull back, as a gasp filled the air.

“Touch me,” you pleaded, pulling at his robe. Yoongi nodded and ripped the material off, relishing in the smooth feeling of your skin. You moaned as Yoongi licked at your throat. He wasn’t sure why, but he wanted to lick and kiss every part of your body. Leaving bruises and marks in his wake.

“I feel like I can’t think straight... What’s going on with me,” Yoongi wondered out loud, looking at your frame beneath him.

“I know... I feel it too. Please, please fuck me,” you moaned, trying to lift your hips for any kind of friction. Yoongi almost yelped from the sensation of your wet heat trailing across his aching length. You looked up at him with pleading eyes, biting your lip intensely. Yoongi moved forward, kissing your stomach then lower, right above your center. He wasn’t sure why, but the smell coming from there made his mouth water uncontrollably. He wanted to lick you there, taste you as you tasted him.

“Y/N, can I?” he begged, gazing up to you for permission. You nodded quickly, brushing his blue hair from his eyes. Without any form of restraint he dove into your center, tongue laving a large swipe from the base of your core to right below your panty line. An agonized moan left your mouth at the sensation. It was almost too good. Yoongi went right back to your mound and licked at your center like a man possessed. He’d never smelt something so arousing. He felt he could burst again at the taste of your liquid sliding onto his greedy tongue. You arched your back and felt his nose brush against your clit, causing you to hiss in pleasure.

“Yoongi, my clit... Please focus there, I wanna cum,” you murmured, tangling your fingers into his hair. He complied, moving his muscle over your sweet pearl. He sucked and pulled at the flesh, wanting to hear more of your sounds. You panted his name, watching as he kissed your clit multiple times. The building of your orgasm was beginning to reach its peak. Yoongi couldn’t seem to get enough, kissing your lower lips and sucking to get more of your flavor in his mouth.

“So sweet,” he moaned against your core, pulling your leg over his shoulder so he could move deeper into you with his tongue. He found a hole towards the bottom of your vagina. He experimentally dipped his tongue inside to explore, when you cried out in pleasure. Yoongi looked to you with worry, but you shook your head quickly.

“Yoongi, please don’t stop. Feels good, keep going baby,” you pleaded, almost on the verge of tears because you wanted to cum so badly. Complying with your request Yoongi slowly pushed his tongue back inside your cavern, feeling the velvet of your walls touch him softly. He moaned at the feeling, wanting to put a different part of himself in this place.

He was rock hard against his thigh, dripping down onto the floor, making a mess of the carpet. However, he couldn’t find a single fuck to give at the moment. All that mattered was you. The sounds you were making and how you felt against his body.

“Gonna cum, ah-ah!” you whined, back arching off the floor and you flooding Yoongi’s mouth with your juices. He swallowed, slowing his licks, as you shuddered from your high. You dropped to the ground with a thud and your chest was rising and falling with the effort of breathing. Yoongi could feel your heart rate thrumming in your inner thigh and he was almost alarmed at the pace.

“Breathe, Y/N,” he coaxed, kissing your stomach slowly. He relished in the softness against his mouth. Every part of your body was enticing to him. How hadn’t he noticed before this night? How beautiful you were? How fast you made his heart beat...

When your breathing evened out, Yoongi nudged your cheek with his nose. Sleepily, you turned your head and caught his lips in a kiss. He parted your lips with his tongue and you could sense his urgency against your thigh. “Yoongi,” you whispered, hand coming up to cup his cheek. He leaned into your touch and gazed into your eyes. “Make me a mother, please,” you begged, wanting to be filled up so much you couldn’t walk the next day.

A possessive growl filled the room and Yoongi hauled you from the ground and onto your bed. A searing kiss placed on your lips made you moan, wrapping your arms around Yoongi’s neck as he pulled at your bra with irritation. “Get this off,” he demanded, sitting back on his haunches. You sat up and undid the back, letting the material fall off your wrist and onto the floor. Yoongi pushed forward, gripping your breasts with his hands, kneading your sensitive flesh.

“Ah!” you cried out, giving Yoongi’s neck open mouthed kisses as he fondled your chest.

“These will be swollen with milk for our child,” he moaned, moving his mouth to your nipple and sucking it into his mouth. You cried out and ran your fingers through his hair. Encouraged by your sounds, he continued, flicking the bud with his tongue and gently nipping with his teeth. You could feel your wetness sliding down your thighs as Yoongi continued with your breasts.

“Please, please stop teasing me and put it in,” you sobbed, shaking from want. Yoongi pulled back and nodded, grasping his length and pushing it against your center desperately.

“I-It’s different than our females... W-where do I?” he asked, looking to you for help. You gripped his length and guided it to your entrance, feeling it dip in slightly due to Yoongi’s work earlier.

“There, just be slow... It’s going to sting for me a little bit,” you said, shifting your hips slowly. Yoongi felt his heart jump. Sting? It was going to hurt you like it hurt the other females?

“I-I can’t hurt you... I won’t,” he stated firmly, beginning to pull away.

“No!” you cried, reaching for him desperately. Yoongi was shocked at your outburst, but remained still. “I need you, please... Please put it in, I want the pain... I want it all because it’s you. I want all of you with me, forever. Yoongi please,” you whispered into his neck.

“I crashed in your cornfield, I probably destroyed hundreds of years of work,” he stated, already losing his moral compass at the feeling of your breasts pressed against him.

“Then make it up to me and plant another seed,” you said, taking his hand and resting it on your stomach. Yoongi stared at your hand and his, interlocked over where your womb should be... His heart throbbed at the want... A family that he could be apart of. Not one that only wanted him for a few moments. Someone who wanted him because they desired his company and enjoyed being around him...

“I will,” he said, cradling your head in another kiss and following you down onto the mattress. Yoongi found your entrance with ease and looked to you for one final blink of permission. You nodded and he slowly pushed forward.

The heat hit him first. It was hotter than your mouth, tighter too. The feeling of being enveloped so entirely in the plush walls of your core. Yoongi gripped your waist and kept you still. A soft yelp came from your kiss swollen lips.

“Oh fuck, Yoongi,” you sighed, leaning your head back on the bed and gripping onto his bicep for some kind of traction to keep you in reality.

His throbbing, thick length had you gasping for air. You’d never experienced something quite like this before. So cool, yet pulsating in rhythm to Yoongi’s heart beat. His hands were practically glued to your sides, making you squirm from the unrelenting pressure.

“Please, move Yoongi. Fuck me,” you cried out. He stared at you with confusion. You weren’t squeezing like you were supposed to.

“How am I supposed to move? Why aren’t you clenching tightly?” he questioned, sweat pouring down his face.

“Oh I’m sorry I’m not tight enough for you,” you said, trying not to clench out of spite. Yoongi whined, rutting against you almost instinctively. Unsure of how to continue, he kissed your lips for reprieve.

“How? How do I do it? Y/N, tell me how do I fuck you?” he asked, licking into your mouth with such wanton desire it was contagious.

“Your hips,” you rasped. “Move them back, then forward again. Build a rhythm,” you said, trailing your hands to the flesh of his ass and gripping tightly. Yoongi squawked and bucked into you harshly, drawing a grunt from your lungs. The harsh strike of pleasure hit your spine and you arched into him.

“Like this?” he questioned, pulling his hips back then pushing back into your heat again. You nodded, drawing marks down his skin. Watching as they swelled up and rivaled his natural skin tone.

“That feels so good,” you panted, watching as his cock disappeared inside of you and reappeared with your fluids covering it in the glimmer of the dim light. You observed as Yoongi’s eyebrow furrowed with effort, trying to keep his pace as well as deliver pleasure to both parties.

“Shit, I’ve never felt anything like this... What is this sensation, being inside of you is so incredible,” he gasped, his head falling into the crook of your neck. Yoongi splattered kisses there mindlessly, so focused on the feeling of you consuming him. You gripped onto his biceps and rocked your hips against him, easing him into the rhythm.

You couldn’t breathe evenly, Yoongi’s thrusts becoming harsher as time went on. “Oh fuck, Yoongi!” you yelped, digging your nails into his beautiful flesh and watches as blood pricked against his skin. He hissed but the pain only egged him on. He plunged into your heat with desperation, the sensation becoming overwhelming.

“Y-Y/N, I feel really weird,” he warned, continuing the watch the lewd scene before him.

“Are you gonna cum, Yoongi?” you asked, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, forcing your hips down against him. Yoongi whined at the feeling of your walls clenching down on him.

“W-What’s does that mean?” he asked, grasping at your chest. Kneading the delicate skin to provide you more pleasure.

“Means you’ll finish in me, and get me pregnant,” you breathed. Yoongi gasped at the statement.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, tensing up. Suddenly, there was the overwhelming heat that signaled his release. The watching Yoongi’s face cloud over in pleasure sent you over the edge. Your walls fluttered around Yoongi, pulling another shot of cum from his length.

A few moments later, Yoongi collapsed onto the bed. You felt his length slide out of you, causing a shudder to rush down your spine. Yoongi and yourself were panting harshly, feeling the afterglow of your orgasms flood your system.

Silence rested in the room, not uncomfortable or unwanted. Yoongi’s breathing began to even out and your mind became a little less foggy.

“Yoongi?” you whispered, feeling the dampness between your legs grow uncomfortable.

“Yeah?” he whispered back, turning his head to look at you.

“Can you get me a washcloth?”

“Why?”

“Because your stuff is drying on my legs and it’s disgusting,” you stated. Yoongi cleared his throat in embarrassment but quickly got up and went to the bathroom. He was back a few moments later and crawled onto the bed, between your legs once more. You couldn’t help the thrill of pleasure that ran down of your spine at the sight.

“Don’t clench like that or I’m going to fuck you again,” he warned, wiping your legs down.

“Well... Maybe we should make sure I really do get pregnant.”

Silence.

“God damn it, get on your knees.”

---

You woke up three weeks later, fitful stomach the only thing on your mind.

Quickly you threw yourself through the bathroom door and emptied last night's meal into your toilet. Yoongi ran in, sleep still present in his face but concern running through his veins.

“Are you alright?” he asked, coming next to you with a cold cloth to press against the back of your neck. You nodded, leaning into his touch.

“Stomach is upset,” you complained. Yoongi’s head perked up, looking at you with raised eyebrows.

“Is this morning sickness? Are you pregnant?” he asked. You thought for a moment. You weren’t due for your period for another week, however it didn’t hurt to check.

“I’m not sure. I’m not late, but you can give me a test and I’ll take it,” you said.

Yoongi booked it out of the room and grabbed his medical supplies kit. The dreaded white stick was handed to you and a timer set.

You walked out after washing your hands. Yoongi and you leant against the wall, waiting for the test to develop.

“Do you want to be pregnant?” he asked, looking at you with his bright green eyes.

“If it’s with you, then yeah,” you breathed, gazing down at your fingers. Yoongi’s heart rate sped up, a sense of longing coming over him.

“Me too,” he said, taking your hand in his.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Do you want to see it?” you asked, coming out of the bathroom.

“Just tell me,” he breathed.

“It’s negative,” you said, holding the stick out to him. Yoongi frowned.

“I wonder why, we’ve been having unprotected sexual intercourse.

“Sometimes women need a couple tries before they actually get pregnant. The human fertility cycle is a fickle thing,” you stated, rubbing his shoulder.

“Are you disappointed?” Yoongi asked, throwing the used test in the garbage.

“A little, but at least I have an excuse to have sex with you again,” you smiled.

“You don’t need an excuse, I like having sex with you,” Yoongi stated, a blank expression on his face.

“Oh, I’m glad you enjoy it,” you said, feeling a little offended that’s all he liked.

“But I think I like it because it’s with you, I don’t know if I’d enjoy having sex with anything else,” he said, pulling his face into a confused look.

Before he could open his mouth again you covered his lips with yours. Yoongi fell into the rhythm quickly, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.

“I might like kissing you better than sex, however,” he stated, resting his head against yours. You smiled and started leading him towards the bed.

“Let’s try again,” you breathed, laying down.

“Try what again? Sexual intercourse? I thought I was improving, you seem to be enjoying it as well. I thought you made me deaf in one ear from all the screaming,” he said, rubbing his ear for effect.

“Getting me pregnant, idiot. I wanna have a baby with you cause I like you,” you said.

“Oh, I like you too I guess.”

You frowned.

“Never mind, take me home,” you pouted, sitting up and crossing your arms.

“Why? Did I offend you again?” he asked, sitting on his knees.

“Yes, you’re being an asshole.”

“I don’t see how my inability to understand you relates me to the place you defecate from but whatever,” he sighed. “But I do like you,” Yoongi confessed.

“How?”

“Do you want an explanation of how I like you or the reason or-”

“No for fucksake Yoongi I want to know if you like me cause I give you sex or because of my personality,” you sighed, rubbing your forehead in frustration.

“I liked you before we started having intercourse. I wouldn’t have brought you along with me if I hadn’t. You’re my first friend, first kiss, lots of other things too. First cornfield to crash in,” he said, counting on his fingers.

“Yoongi, do you love me?” you asked, letting your walls down for once.

“Is that the human emotion that you talk about a lot?” he questioned. You nodded in response. “Then, yes. I do love you, Y/N,” he said, smiling a little at the end of his sentence.

You were quiet for a moment. Yoongi bit his lip, had he upset you again? Damn, he really tried that time. Suddenly you launched yourself at his mouth. He almost didn’t have enough time to breathe with all the mouth action going on.

“D-Did I-” Kiss. “Say something-” Kiss. “Right for once?” Kiss.

“I love you too, Yoongi. Now take your clothes off.”

Oh my God save me.

Otter teaches human how to pet him.