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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. 

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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.”

was listening to some songs from renaissance while reading this and it weirdly fit anyway I really loved the characters funny and very interesting

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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. 

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