#alien bts

[f4yelosophy]

this picture is killing me. why the fuck does he look like that lmao what did you See

[helenazbmrskai]

Mating Act (m)

Title [Mating Act]

Pairing [Alien! Yoongi x Human Slave! Reader]

Genre [Alien AU, Sci-fi, Smut, Angst, Fluff]

Summary [You make two choices that change your life entirely. First, you make a choice when you decide to save a family and get kidnapped instead of them, the second you make is when you force imprinting on an alien that takes one wife in his life which you decide will be only you.]

Words [5,2k]

Warnings [General warnings: slavery, bad treatment, dystopia setting, human trafficking, Sexual content: playful neck grabbing, teasing, sexual tension, first-time sex, dirty talk, manhandling, mention of human and wife a lot, alien anatomy (black ink, coldness and a very hard, big and cold dick also magic saliva), fingering, oral (f and m), unprotected sex, belly bulge, size kink, positions (cock riding, doggy, missionary), y/n cries that is how good she feels, overstimulation, buckets of cum, creampie(s), begging, blow job, possessive alien yoongi]

Rating [+18]

A/N: I’m very excited to share this with you guys since I think this would be a great successor to my previous work that many of you liked called “Mating Season” It’s kind of the same but entirely different. This story is in the same universe but it takes place before mating season!

Masterlist //

Your scrunched eyes open slowly, first, you only see a blinding light your ears focus on the cracking sound of neon. It’s cold and you’re not wearing enough clothes for the cool temperature. It takes a few seconds for your senses to return to you and then you can fixate on your surroundings, it’s outdoors and midday as you see the sun going up high in the purplish blue sky.

It seemed that by the time you were unconscious, you arrived at the slave trading planet. The light grey iron bars are cold to the touch and it’s extremely noisy out there. Different species roam the cells it might be hundreds if not thousands of cells lined up for sale, and you’re one of them: a rare find, a human.

Your introduction is displayed for the buyers in numerous languages. There are a few that you speak so you can read it with ease: female human, breedable, young. You hate how the aliens size you up some even get threateningly close until you back up. They openly talk about you thinking that you can’t understand a single thing. Humans are stupid and weak. You’re a race that is almost at extinction. Only a few of you are left and your life expectancy is around eighty years old, it’s short compared to others but all too long for you humans. You managed to survive this long which is a miracle on its own. How pathetic of you to get caught in international body trafficking because you decided to save someone. At least you hope that the family you tried to protect is safe somewhere else you don’t have anything left to protect so you accept your faith.

Deep in your thoughts, you thought you lost all faith in survival. You don’t have anything to go back to but you’re still unable to give up.

You still don’t want to die.

Your defiant gaze meets with a young male. Shorter than his friends he has bland black hair with the same eyes that almost look human. You know that he’s not one of your own though he speaks a different language with his friends and has weird marking on his skin that looks exotic in your eyes.

“Do you like her?” A man next to him stops to read your description. They almost look sorry for you as they see you behind the cell.

“No.” Black hair says without giving it a second. His eyes bore into yours and when he decides to stop looking at you you make a second split decision. You’re going to choose him. Your hands grip the bars as you get as close to him as you can. It’s been a long time since you used that language but you have to try.

“Take me.” They can clearly understand your words, you speak their language. You point at the black-haired man.

“Oh, it seems to like you Yoongi.” A friendly voice slaps him on the shoulders. They talk animatedly among each other finding you intriguing. Books say that the human race is stupid and weak but you look none of those things. His friends encourage Yoongi to get closer to you and for once you don’t step back as he approaches after a little push in your direction. His hands grab onto the bars before he can regain his posture and you use that opportunity to put your hands on his. His hand is cold to the touch the cold blue veins on his hands are in contrast to his pale white skin.

“Yoongi.” You call out the word you heard them say that you think might be his name.

“We’re running out of time. Let’s take her and leave.” A man speaks up his eyes fixated on the holo panel that shows the time and some kind of message. He has some weird-looking glass in his eyes, you think he might be the captain of the ship. You’ve seen that type of accessory somewhere before.

“I didn’t say I will buy it.” Yoongi pulls his hand away like you dirtied him. You rack your brain on how to make him take you with him. Black hair and black eyes, cool skin and vine-like black ink make you think of a race. You loved to read books this is how you taught yourself a few of those languages and you remember reading about his species once. This decision might take you closer to your end but it will be better than rotting in this place so you grab his clothes and smash your lips on his through the tiny gap between the bars.

A race that takes one wife in his lifetime. You’re going to bet on that.

Your tongue forcefully enters his mouth using his surprise against him to successfully imprint your taste on him. After his mind catches up he pushes you away so hard that you land on your butt. His eyes almost look feral as he watches you, he’s very angry but closes his eyes to push the feeling down.

“Get up.” You haul yourself up from the floor getting close to him despite his hard gaze on you. You don’t flinch when he grabs your hair and pulls you close so that your faces are inches away from each other.

“You want to come, then come.” It’s not a calm and collected sentence that he whispers so close to you. It sounds like a threat but you smile and nod. Even if he hates you he has an obligation to you. With that kiss you sealed your fate with his, you’re his. His one and only human wife for all eternity.

Your back collides with the wall behind you as soon as you see your kidnapper his torture that you had to endure is replaying in the forefront of your mind as he fiddles with the cell keys your hostility is not lost on the young men that wait for your release. Yoongi paid for you in digital cash don’t have more time to waste.

He intends to take you with him so he asks for the ownership process to be sped up.

The kidnapper yanks you out of the cell not caring about how you almost land on your face through the force he uses. Yoongi catches you easily lifting you in his arms. You forced him into accepting you but he still does his job of protecting you. His glare is not meant for you this time as he looks displeased by your idle treatment right in front of him. His big hands are curled around you in pretence protection. You must be crazy because you actually relax in his secure hold.

“Hi.” One of his friends gets your attention as he waves. He looks at you with curious eyes he seems like he has a lot of questions for you.

“Hello.” You reply in a hoarse voice. You don’t remember the last time you ate or drank something.

“What’s your name? I’m Hoseok.” He points at you and then at himself. It’s nice of him to talk slowly so you have time to interpret his words. No one else speaks to you as you go. Probably on their way to their ship since one of them implied some important business. Yoongi doesn’t look at you but his hands are firm around you.

“Y/N.”

“Your name is weird.” Hoseok slaps his friend but you don’t take it in the wrong way. Of course, for them, a human name will sound weird.

“You’re being rude Taehyung.” Hoseok scolds the other guy before he turns back to you swaying in Yoongi’s arms. “I think your name is pretty and you speak our language pretty well. How did you learn it? On Earth?”

You shake your head. If you think about your home planet your heart starts aching. “No. I taught myself reading books.”

Now his other friend looks interested in the conversation. The one who has that weird-looking glass.

“Fascinating, to find a smart human like you. I want to run some tests.” Hearing that crazy scientist talk again brings back bad memories as your face becomes uncomfortable and your relaxed figure goes rigid inside Yoongi’s arms. He could feel you tense up in fear and he reacted by holding you more firmly to his chest.

“You’re scaring her. Stop it.” This is the first thing he says after he bought you. Namjoon looks sheepish and apologises and even Hoseok reassures you that he’s just not good with words and you won’t be a lab rat at all.

You accept their apology. You think they mean well and are quite friendly to your utter surprise. They seem like good guys. You feel like it’s a good time to reveal some of your thoughts.

“Just because you read my description doesn’t mean you know anything about me. I wouldn’t reveal anything that would put me at a disadvantage. This is how I could survive until now.” The words taste sour in your mind and you think about all the things you had to do and endure just to be here. Was it worth it? This life. You have thought about it more times than you would have liked to admit.

“It must have been hard for you.” Hoseok shows you empathy and you give him a smile back in silent thanks.

“Why did you choose Yoongi?” A younger male looks at you with curious eyes. They don’t show it but this is the question they all were curious about all along. Even Yoongi perks up when he thinks you’re not looking.

“My instinct told me to trust him.” As for why, you don’t know either. You saw countless men and women walk in front of your cage but you only wanted him to buy you. The moment his eyes unknowingly lingered on you you decided to go with him. He must have felt something too. You saw him before he saw you. He never looked at anyone else but you. If you ask him he will probably deny it but you’re sure of it.

You probably looked desperate. Now that you replay your impulsive behaviour in your mind colour blooms on your cheeks in embarrassment. You learned how to kiss from a book it didn’t occur to you before but what if you were a bad kisser? You started spiralling until your surroundings faded and you locked yourself inside your head. You didn’t register when you arrived on board or when he carried you to his room.

You shiver when he puts you down on his bed. The temperature of his room is colder than you’re used to.

You panic when he tugs your clothes without a word. You grab his cold hands and look into his eyes with widened ones. He looks back at you with predatory. You once read that humans had a ceremony to be pronounced wife and husband. You never experienced it as a human but it sounded romantic.

Thinking back on what you read.

Yoongi is an alien. His species only takes one wife and their ritual is different from yours. The road to becoming his wife is simple enough.

“Look at you being surprised. As if you didn’t know what you did when you kissed me first.” You didn’t know, you just acted impulsively without thinking. You wanted to say that to him but only a gasp left your lips as he pushed you down on his large bed. He won’t listen to any of your pathetic excuses now.

“You forced my hands. Even if you don’t want it anymore you have no other choice but to be mine.” You gulp down the saliva that accumulated in your mouth, his fierce eyes pin you to the spot lying helplessly under him. His hand is so cold as he wraps it around your neck gently he can feel your heartbeat accelerate under his palm. He studies your features taking in every inch of you from head to toe. Committing everything about you to memory. Yoongi curls a few locks of your long hair around his fingers inhaling your scent his nose rubs against your pulse point. Your hands hold onto his waist digging your fingers onto his side but he doesn’t care about it as he kisses the skin on your neck.

You’re dirty and dishevelled in appearance your captor was not kind to his prisoners and you look like a shell of yourself after everything that you’ve been through. Your average beauty doesn’t matter to Yoongi. He’s going to take you regardless of how beautiful you look in other's eyes or not. The kiss already sealed your fate as his bride. Imprinting your taste on him means that he can’t escape you. While Yoongi wants to take you right then and there he realises that you need to be in a better shape to undertake the ritual. He did get a reaction rise out of you. So amusingly innocent.

“Take a shower, you reak.” You awkwardly look to the side unable to meet with his confident smirk. He likes to watch your face turn red. He pulls away from you and you take in a long-needed breath of fresh air. The coldness seeping back into your body makes you sober up and you scurry to his joined bathroom. Yoongi laughs as he sees you hide behind the door he makes sure you can operate the shower before he goes out to get some food for you. You don’t have any clothes to wear but you’re at least clean.

You find a clean cloth to wrap around your body in makeshift clothes it’s better than nothing as you need something to shield you from the cold.

Yoongi comes back before you can organize your thoughts. You could barely calm your heart as your mind kept replaying his soft lips on your neck and his body weight on you not to talk about those alluring black eyes. You could still see your reflection in them as you lock gazes. You look away when he puts the tray down in front of you full of food that you don’t know the name of. It’s not too bad once you take a bite but it’s bland the more you consume. It meets the purpose of filling you up as you no longer feel that gnawing hunger in the pit of your stomach.

You jolt up when you feel his hand pull your wet hair to the other side making his way to your neck. He takes a long whiff of air finally smelling your natural scent that was previously masked by the dirt and sweat. He takes the opportunity to cover you in his scent rubbing his nose up and down your throat.

You can’t concentrate on eating anymore.

“Eat. You will need it.” As if he could read your mind he halts all movements simply deciding on laying his head on your shoulder. You pick up more food and try to ignore how his possessive touch engulfs your body in a backhug. You remember how angry he became once you forcibly kissed him he even pushed you hard enough to lose your footing. The way he accepted you is too sudden.

“Are you going to …” Unable to say the words you stop in the middle.

“Am I going to fuck you? Yes, I will.” You gulp.

“Don’t you hate me for kissing you?” You close your eyes when Yoongi wraps his fingers around your neck again this time with more force but gentle enough that you’re not choking on air he just pulls you against his chest holding you by the neck as his nose rubs against your left cheek.

“I am angry. You selfishly decided this on your own. I bet you don’t realise half of the mess you got yourself into. I don’t hate you though. There’s something about you that caught my eye.”

It’s only a small peck on your cheek but your hands tighten around the tray. You take in a much-needed breath when you realise he doesn’t hate you. It makes you feel better knowing that it’s not entirely your imagination. He did look at you.

“I admit I don’t know much.” You sheepishly reply confirming his words. You read some things about his species but there’s no proof that everything is accurate.

“It doesn’t matter as you will be mine anyway.” His hand pulls you close his fingers splayed over your stomach. You only have a thin cloth over your naked body while Yoongi is fully clothed.

“Put down the tray.” You follow his order bending down slightly to put the tray down onto the floor. You let out a surprised yelp when his hands find your ass under the thin material, your backside is on full display for his hungry eyes. Your fingers have a deadly grip on the edge of the bed as he kneads the soft flesh.

“Your smell comes strongly from here.” His thumb parts your folds some wetness is gathered there that sticks to his finger when he pulls back. “I read a few books about you too, enough to know that this means you like the idea of me fucking you.”

Yoongi hates how he can’t see you acting coy biting your lip so he forcibly pulls you back against his chest and pulls your face to the side. You land on his lap your legs dangling on either side of his thighs. He runs his finger up and down your wetness watching your expression turn hazy and your mouth open to let out a silent moan.

“You like this don’t you? Having your human pussy touched by me.” Yoongi finds your clit quickly finding out how your moans increase in volume when he rubs circles over it. You’re gushing over his fingers.

The black ink on his arms moves to stain your body with blackness until it circles over your thigh in two pretty hoops. Your body is getting overheated as his touches devour your body. Fingers dance around your folds, your hips. The black hoops around your ankles and thighs are a reminder of what you started. You’re going to become Yoongi’s and no one can stop that from happening.

Feeling overwhelmed you reach up to kiss him and he does with a growl. He doesn’t push you away like when you stole his first kiss. No. He pulls you closer turning you around until you’re chest to chest.

Your hand rests against his shoulders your fingernails digging into his skin as you feel one of his fingers enter you without warning. Yoongi swallows your sounds with his mouth pushing his finger in and out of your pussy until your essence is running down his wrist. He adds another one and another one stretching your walls as he devours your mouth your hips moving along without you noticing. Getting into the rhythm of riding his fingers. You need to pull back to get some air in between the kisses. His hungry expression manages to steal your last remaining string of sanity. The cloth around you barely covers you anymore and Yoongi goes to remove it and leave you entirely naked before him.

His attention goes to your perky nipples both hands grabbing a handful and pepper kisses around the mound.

So far he doesn’t look strange. Not that you have any experience of what you should see in a situation like this. You conclude that your newly formed tattoos are one of the few things that are specific to his race.

His tongue is cold it makes you shiver when he sucks on one of your nipples. He’s so cold but his coolness is welcomed by your feverish body.

“Lay down.” You do as he tells you. Eagerly and shamelessly open your legs and welcome him between them. This is really happening you realise when he takes off his clothes. His pale skin is pretty and cool against you. Even his cock lined with cold blue veins is pretty and cold when he rubs it between your folds. It’s big and hard like a rock against you. Yoongi can see how you tense up after seeing his size.

“It won’t hurt if you do as I tell you.” He caresses your cheek with his thumb kissing you surprisingly sweetly.

“O-okay.” You nod. You wanted this. You can’t back down now. This is your only chance to live a life without hardships. You’re going to take everything that he gives you.

“This will make it feel better.” Yoongi licks his finger and when it comes into contact with your clit you feel an overwhelming pleasure bloom inside you. His saliva is heightening your pleasure having some kind of chemical in it that helps you feel kind of high. It blocks the pain when his veiny head pushes through the tight rim of your muscle. You and Yoongi watch how his long cock disappears in you inch by inch. It doesn’t hurt at all as he keeps his thumb on your clit, only making you feel full.

“Too much.” You put your hand on your stomach and feel him sitting inside. He makes way no matter how much your body tries to constrict around the intrusion. He reaches your deepest part shaping you into his size.

“There. All in.” Yoongi chuckles when he sees you struggle. You want to stay still and move at the same time. It feels good and strange but too good. You want him to move but on the other hand, you need time to get accustomed to this fullness. Yoongi can see the outline of his cock bulge out of your tummy and he experimentally pushes against your skin. Your pussy pulse around him and get tighter as he massages your lower belly. “How does it feel my little human? Do you feel good?”

You nod kissing him back with passion as your tongues rub together. He continues his descent down your body kissing your neck and breasts. Filling your body with pretty black ink. You pulse and throb around him as he remains unmoving inside you. Not enough you roll your hips trying to show him you want him to move.

“Answer me. Does my cock make you feel good?” At first, he only pulls out a little before he thrusts back testing the waters before he pulls out more as he uses a steady pace to rock into you.

“Yes. Yes. So good please don’t stop. Fuck me harder.” Yoongi wonders how his wife learned how to say such dirty words in his language but he’s thankful for it as his cock appreciates the compliments. Just like you asked he fucks you harder hitting that spot inside you with more deep thrusts.

“Yoongi. Yoongi.” The way you moan his name spurs him on, grabbing your ankles he sinks the remaining inch inside you.

“Ah. Y/N.” He responds with your own name. Grabbing your hips he pumps his cock in and out of you at a fast pace until you can remember his shape. This is the first time he says your name and your walls constrict around him hearing him moaning it. He’s growing addicted to the feel of you. He can hear and smell and see you. The way your pussy swallows him in your tight and wet heat ruined every expectation he had before.

You feel way better than he imagined.

Your tits bounce with each thrust and your moans never cease to slip from your dry throat as he buries his shaft to the hilt.

“Yoongi, I feel weird.” You grab his hand need something to hold onto as you feel this weird tightness in your belly. Yoongi could sense you were almost there tripping over the edge of bliss you became tighter around him. You’re growing sensitive.

“I know. Hold onto me, my sweet wife.” You hold his hand as he twists it behind your back the position is uncomfortable but the minute his cock slips back inside your heat you forget about it as it reaches new places inside you. Your back is arched one hand is firmly holding you and the other is placed on your hips.

This position allows him to hit even deeper the tip of his cock curves around a spot that has you see stars. You’re panting with your face nearly suffocating against the bed. Unable to move or hold yourself up you’re entirely kept in place by the help of Yoongi. The tightness in your chest explodes as you cream around Yoongi’s cock. He doesn’t stop there he fucks you through overstimulation keeping up with his ruthless pace you tear through the bedsheets. His long fat cock claims your pussy as his with a heavy load of cum. The tattoos on your body all settle down as he finishes with a few sloppy thrusts into your buttered hole.

Once he pulls out you can feel his thick cum pour out and his fingers trace your tattoos painting your body with his whiteness until everything about you is covered in him. He doesn’t stop there, he pries your shaking legs open and latches onto your sensitive bud. Yoongi pushes his cum back with two of his fingers as his tongue flicks over your clit. It’s too much and you try to push his face away but he doesn’t budge. He holds both of your hands in his tight grip on your stomach as he continues to feast on your pussy.

“Yoongi. Oh, uh.” You squirm but you can’t escape his hold. “Please. Stop, i-it’s too much.” Tears start to roll down your cheeks the next orgasm you experience hurts so bad but you can’t deny how it feels incredible at the same time. More intense than the previous one you had you let go with a cry of his name and cum around his fingers.

“No. More.” Yoongi looks up after registering your hiccup and goes up to soothe you. His tongue licks your tears away showering your neck and face with kisses until your crying subsides.

Yoongi looks you over and while he finds you utterly appealing covered in his cum he has a concerned look in his eyes. “Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” He pulls you close to his chest but after your senses come back one by one you start to feel his sticky cum all over you. Some still gush out of your hole as he hugs you to his body.

“No.” You shake your head reassuring him with a kiss. You don’t want to admit you cried because he felt so good.

This is the first time you experienced something like this. You’re in no way an expert but you know that his dick is not like any human males you’ve encountered in your books. They shouldn’t be so cold and big and the small ridges that kept rubbing your insides felt weird but incredibly good at the same time.

Even when he’s not aroused he’s so big. You want to touch it. “Can I?” Asking for permission you reach for his cock that rests against your leg but you don’t touch it until you get the green light for it.

“Sure.” Yoongi chuckles at your curiosity. It hasn’t been a hot minute that his dick was inside you but you want to touch it.

“It’s cold.” You muse, it’s slick with both of your cum so you could drag it up and down easily. Yoongi’s gasp catches in his throat it’s still sensitive but he lets you pump it until it’s hard again. You grow curious about how it tastes so you lick around the head as your hand moves up and down in slow motion. It doesn’t really taste like anything to you. Easy to swallow. You take your place in between his legs to get comfortable. Yoongi shivers when he feels your hot mouth around his most sensitive cockhead. You dip your tongue into the slit earning a loud groan from Yoongi his hand rests on top of your head only moving to get the hair out of his view of you sucking his cock.

“Do you like it?” You wonder if it feels good for him. This is the first time you’re doing this.

“Y-Yes, keep going.” You take more of him into your mouth encouraged by his hooded eyes that watch you. “Your mouth is very warm. It feels incredible.” You hum around a mouthful of cock he’s too big for you to get even half of him into your mouth. You stroke the skin that you can’t lick and you focus on his head instead of trying to choke on his cock. Even though you don’t think he wouldn’t like to see you choke on his length trying to fit everything. He reassures you that he likes everything you do to him. He doesn’t try to push your head down and you appreciate his thoughtfulness with an enthusiastic bob of your head up and down his length. He fills your mouth so much that it’s hard for you to swallow around it.

He's throbbing between your lips as you kiss the tip. He shows you how much he’s enjoying it with his lewd moans and sweet touches on your face and the back of your head. Contemplating what you should do with yourself you decide to give in to the desire once more. You want to have him again that it outweighs your concern to be able to take him after such a short time but it doesn’t deter you as you climb on his lap.

“Help me?” You ask shyly rubbing on his fully hard cock.

“Of course,” Yoongi replies with a smirk he can see how needy you are and he won’t deny his pretty wife anything. He kisses your lips sucking on your tongue as he guides your hips to hover over his cockhead.

He touches and kisses every mark and tattoo that appears on your skin.

You sink slowly at your own pace feeling full but you overcome the stretch of your body remembering his shape makes it easier for you to bury it fully into you. He’s big and hard as a rock inside you.

You need him to help you move but he’s more than eager to lift you and have you bounce on his cock. He’s wound up from your previous actions he had no idea he would be this turned on by seeing your small hands and mouth wrapped around his dick. You smell delicious he can’t help but kiss every inch he can reach as he guides you through the motions. You bounce on his cock your expression entirely clouded by pleasure as he hits the best spots inside your spongy walls. Yoongi kneads your ass pulling them apart to watch his cock disappear inside your small pussy. Your body might be coated in his cum but his cock is entirely coated in your arousal and cum until he shoots a fresh load inside your spent hole.

The others don’t see you the next couple of days only catch the back of Yoongi as he carries fresh food for you.

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Alien (1979) Directed by Ridley Scott

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Seorilian

Yandere Alien Kim Namjoon x Alien Reader

Genre: Space au, yandere (later), joonie’s kind of a dicc in this

Word Count: 1.7k+

A/N: this has been sitting in my wips for a w h i l e, but here is the first part of my new series <3

The tell-tale bright red light flashed over and over, alarming all those around that an emergency is occurring. A faint robotic voice speaking in a language you can’t understand.

Maybe something along the lines of “a prisoner has escaped” or “the Martian has broken out of their cell and took down three, now five guards”. You would’ve known if you hadn’t skipped over the universal language course.

Now how the fuck were you supposed to get off this ship? It’s a maze with no end. Countless guards and soldiers try to stop you but you take them down just as you had been trained to do. The last thing you want is to be taken back to their planet and questioned for whatever objective they wish to achieve with capturing a Martian. By the looks of the written language along the endless corridors, you think it’s Seorilian, home of the intelligent yet brutal extraterrestrial race.

You laugh at the sight of two guards running into each other as if they were in a cartoon. This made the Seorilians even angrier due to being mocked, something that didn’t happen often. With newfound anger and motive, the guards chased after you as you ran down yet another hallway. Blindly turning again and again until sliding down a flight of stairs that appeared to lead to the lowest level of the ship. 

Your eyes still had not adjusted to the stark contrast in lighting so you ran towards, hoping it would lead you to an exit of some sort. Your irises finally adjusted to allow as much light in as possible, to let you be able to see the door you were running towards.

If only you were able to read what the sign on the door said. It could be anything from an escape pod room, to a waste dump, or to even where off-duty guards and soldiers waited for their next shift. 

You could only find out if you could open the door, that was locked with a voice scanner security system. Meaning, you would have to sound like someone of authority on this ship and speak their language. 

Your lungs burned and the muscles in your legs were twitching from the strain you’ve put them through. You were tired and there was no other visible way out. The beings behind you were yelling at you. 

So you slowly raise your hands for them to see, surrendering to the ones who were going to take you to be experimented on.

The Seorilians were always ones to study the unknown. Picking apart their subjects to see how they work and what secrets may lie beneath the surface. Seorilians were never able to get their hands on a Martian before, so you being the first was most definitely not something to be proud of. Who could blame you though? Being taken straight from your mentor’s grip as all she could do was reach out for you. She was an Earthan, being restricted to however long her oxygen tube would reach. You just hope she was able to alert your fellow warriors.

Your hands were immediately restrained in heavy iron cuffs with a chain attaching to the cuffs around your ankles. The guards dragged you to the pilot’s den, throwing you in the steel cage they kept for more violent and dangerous prisoners such as yourself. The cage was small, there wasn’t even enough room for another being. The Seorilians went on and on about something you couldn’t decipher. Their language is one of the most complex tongues in the universe. 

It took merely ten minutes to arrive at their home planet. The dull grey planet was in the middle of its winter season. Thin clouds began to collide with others, making them a shade darker every time they fused with more. A climate feature only the Seorilian planet contained. Mars rarely ever got clouds, you wonder what they look like from underneath them.

Your thoughts were interrupted when civilization was now in sight. Countless beings roamed around, advanced technology helping some, other spaceships flew around and past the one you were in. You’ve never seen so many people in one area before. You couldn’t help but lean against the bars to try and take a closer look out of the window. Your eyes were filled with wonder and curiosity.

One of the crewmen noticed your movement and found himself staring at you. He’s never seen someone so excited to see his planet. Then again, he’s never seen a Martian in person. His eyes scanned your appearance. Your skin had a red tint, contrasting their porcelain-like skin. Your eyes were like what Earthans call ‘demons’. Your eyeballs were black and your irises were red, surrounding your black pupils. Your scaly tail was bound to your torso by a separate chain they had wrapped around you. He’s never seen a being like you before. He was borderline entranced by you. Their leader was going to like you very much.

“Begin research on the Martian immediately,” the translator deciphered to you from the words the Seorilian leader had announced.

The leader being, Kim Namjoon, as the translator introduced you. His dark eyes were, without a doubt, intimidating. The way they looked right into you with nothing but irritation was terrifying. His men could beat you all they wanted and he wouldn’t care. The leader would suck in his cheeks ever so slightly, giving the effect of him looking pissed. Once the guards told him you were a Martian, his stoic face turned sadistic. 

“A fine specimen to experiment on,” as the translator said.

Your crimson eyes bored into his amber ones, refusing to show your fear. You wouldn’t let this fuck with your mind just yet. You can hate yourself all you want when you get back home safely. Whether that be with the help of your kind or by yourself.

The translator gave you a look of pity before you were taken away to a lower level of the palace. Screams, yells, and cries could be heard as they dragged you down the long and dark corridor. There were too many species to count. Every single one had their own cell, yours being down by the end.

One soldier held a gun to the back of your head while the other undid your shackles. Pushing you in the cell, they chuckled while making their way back to the lift. Your cell consisted of a scratchy mat on the floor and...a hole in the floor across from it. 

There’s no way in Pluto, you’re going to be staying here. One thing Martians were known for was being able to improvise. You took the mat from the floor and wrapped it around two of the electric bars holding you in the cell. The mat was thick enough to absorb the right amount electricity so you can only feel a light zap every now and then.

These bars were made with a flaw. The bars were weak from the constant energy running through them. So you wrapped both of your hands and your tail around the mat and pulled with all your strength. The bars broke causing sparks to flow around the cell but you jumped through opening and ran towards the lift you had been brought down on.

More yells and shouts came from the other prisoners but you didn’t slow down. You remember which floor you entered the castle on, hopefully there was a back entrance where you can avoid the majority of the soldiers and guards. You had no idea how you were going to get off this planet. You couldn’t even manage to get off one of their ships.

You quickly made your way through what seemed to be the kitchen. Knives and pans were thrown at you, all missing their target. Just as you had hoped, there was a back door to this place. Swinging it open, you were met with none other than Kim Namjoon. His smirk grew before knocking you out with some kind of laser gun.

Namjoon looked down at you on the floor. The fact you managed to even get out of the cell was impressive, he had to admit. He’s beginning to see why Martians were always so good at avoiding him and his constant attempts to capture at least one of you. The universe knew very little about your kind but Namjoon was going to change that. He’s going to find out everything he can about you and your planet. Obviously, locking you up wasn’t going to work. 

He’s going to have to gain your trust, no matter what.

Your eyelids fluttered open, burning from the intruding light. You were no longer laying on the ground. Instead, you were laying in a plush bed, covered in soft blankets. This was more comfortable than your own bed at home. You sighed, this was nice.

…

Right, this wasn’t your bed. You shot up and looked around the room. The walls were an iridescent color you’ve never seen before. The floor matching the walls. A large circular window was in the wall to your left, showing all the spaceships, flying cars, and magne-trains that were passing by.

Amazing. You’ve never seen such advancement on one planet before. Mars only really had hover-bikes and bullet trains. Martians focused more on economic and environmental improvement.

“Finally, you’re awake,” Namjoon had snuck in through the door and watched your awing expression with amusement.

Your head snapped to face him. Now that he wasn’t sitting or ambushing you, you finally realized just how tall he was. The natural sunlight hit his porcelain skin at an angle in which it caused his skin to look almost as iridescent as the walls.

How pretty…

“Come on, you’ll have time to ogle at me all you want over lunch,” he turned around to leave but you stayed in your spot on the bed.

Lunch? As if you were going to join this bastard in a meal. He wants to experiment on you, not caring about what will actually happen to you. He probably wouldn’t care if you died during one of the experiments. He’d just say, “Ah well, time to get another one.”

He noticed your lack of movement and gave you one of the scariest death stares you’ve ever received. Quickly you kick the blankets off while stumbling to your feet. You had to stay alive long enough for you to escape. Even if that meant getting humiliated for the time being.

@mwitsmejk @kooksmataes

[jessikahathaway]

Cosmos - Cornfield Sequel

Pairing: Min Yoongi (SUGA) X Reader

Genre: Alien!AU, Romance

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Explicit language, jealousy, Yoongi being an idiot (juss a lil bit), pregnancy sex (it's a lot I know), smut (it's pretty crap just so yall know), tooth rotting fluff (If I forgot anything please let me know!)

Words: 9.6k (see? I'm getting there)

Summary: Yoongi and you had been travelling together for a long time. You’d begun the terrifying journey of becoming parents. When a new person arrives in a way you didn’t expect, you and Yoongi’s relationship is sent into a tailspin.

It had been three months since you and Yoongi had decided to start trying for a baby. Your efforts, while valiant, have been unsuccessful. But Yoongi wasn’t keen on giving up.

“Y/N, I know we had sex yesterday but I believe that if I’m tracking your fertility cycle correctly today is the premium opportunity-”

“Yoongi, I love you so much but no, I started my period today,” you answered him.

“So I haven’t been tracking it correctly, good to know,” he snorted.

“No-wait. What the fuck why?” you shrieked.

“Because I thought we were trying for a baby, am I not supposed to know things like your fertility cycle?” he asked.

“You’re not supposed to be so blunt about it, no,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“Sometimes I wonder about you humans,” Yoongi’s face crinkled, but his familiar gummy smile appeared. You smiled right back, coming forward to kiss him gently. Yoongi moved to deepen the kiss but you quickly skirted away.

“Ah ah, no sexy times today!” you said, walking off down the hallway.

“Humans are so fickle,” Yoongi said, heading toward his study.

--

Yoongi decided a change of scenery was very much needed for the both of you. So you wound up on the planet Rexulta. A beautiful planet full of bustling life and varying races. Even some humans were living on Rexulta. You were so excited to explore another planet, looking at the life and meeting new people. Just living like this made your heart sing.

So when Yoongi brought it up, of course you said yes.

“I’d love to go!” you said, excitement clear in your voice.

“I’m glad you're happy,” he said, kissing your head gingerly.

“I’m happy when I get to be with you,” you said in a mushy voice.

“Don’t say it like that, you sound creepy,” he said, pushing you away by your chest. You yelped, holding your boob in pain.

“Ow! Dick, don’t just shove on the boobs man!” you said, rubbing your breast gently.

“I apologize, I wasn’t aware that they were still sensitive, you stopped bleeding a while ago,” he sighed, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“Whatever, coordinates! Let’s go!” you said, coming over to his side again.

“Yes yes, I’m plugging them in right now,” he said, leaning over the console of the machine he loved so much. You smiled and watched him work, pulling levers and pushing buttons. Especially yours, those were his favorite to fuck around with.

Soon the pair of you were landing on Rexulta!

Yoongi always went first to check and see if it was habitable for humans. Something you appreciated. He came back with the all clear and you were off exploring together!

You had landed in one of the planet’s cities, Ilmarion. It used to be the planet’s capital but after a fire burnt down the city it had to rebuild. You and Yoongi explored around the ruined edges, not really looking for anything in particular. When the mood suddenly hit you.

“Hey, Yoongi,” you said, trailing behind him slowly.

“Mhmm,” he answered, not really listening to you. But you pressed on anyways.

“Do you wanna, you know, investigate something else,” you asked, already cringing at your lame attempt at subtlety.

“Like what?” he asked, still looking down at his scanner.

“I dunno, like me?” you asked.

“You? What is there to investigate about you?” he questioned, head never lifting from his device.

“Rude, there is still a ton you don’t know about me,” you challenged.

“I know more than you think I do,” he said.

“Oh yeah? What’s my favorite color?” you asked, not really knowing the answer yourself.

“You don’t know what your favorite color is, Y/N,” he said, almost bored.

“What? Of course I do!” you said, not sounding so confident.

“Is there some particular reason you’re picking a fight with me?” he said, turning around to look at you, finally.

“I-I’m not trying to pick a fight-”

“Then what do you want?” he asked.

For some reason the way he was looking at you had you on edge. Normally Yoongi wouldn’t act so on guard.

“I just, y’know. Wanted to, well-” you said, looking at your feet.

“Is it sex? You want sex?” he asked, coming forward.

“Not so much anymore,” you said, now that he’d thoroughly ruined the mood.

“Okay,” he trailed off.

“We’re normally not so awkward with each other,” you pointed out.

“Sorry, I’m a little lost in my own head,” he said, bringing you into his arms.

“Mm, what’s going on in that sexy brain of your Yoongi?” you asked.

“Nothing much, well. I shouldn’t say that. There are a lot of complicated calculations going on in my head right now, but it’s okay. I’ll tell you later,” he said,

“Okay, just don’t get too distant from me. I love you,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I love you too,” he said, touching his forehead with yours. An affectionate motion he’d picked up a while ago. Smiling, you took his hand and led him off towards the city.

It was loud and almost stifling with how many people there were. But it was so incredible. The lights of the city were so soft and warm it made you want to curl up with a blanket. But the people were all so different. It was like a hodgepodge of different species all in front of you! Yoongi was equally impressed. He even saw a few of his own species lurking around. You had yet to find any humans, but the day was still young. Yoongi kept a tight hold on you, making sure that you didn’t get separated.

“Hey, there’s a cafe over there, wanna go check it out?” you asked, pointing down the road.

“Yes, that would be nice,” Yoongi agreed.

The pair of you walked down the road, investigating little stores that were there, or people watching. There was so much to see here!

Yoongi held the door open for you when you made it to the cafe. It was a pink building that stood out against the greyscape of the rest of the planet. It seemed to have been untouched by the rest of the soot from the old fire. Must be expensive to maintain this kind of paint job.

You shook your head of those thoughts and sat down at a table with Yoongi. He looked over the menu, knowing what a few of the items were and asking about a few others to see if they were safe for humans. Yoongi gave you a menu he thought was safe for your consumption and you picked from those. He really was a sweet guy when you got down to it. Your safety was his number one priority. Always making sure things were safe before you proceeded. Simple things that really made your heart pound for the man in front of you.

“So, what are you thinking of getting?” Yoongi asked, looking through the menu for himself.

“I’m not sure, the fried dough looking thing looks good though. I’ve been craving sweet stuff,” you said, mouth watering at the thought of some fried dough with icing on it.

“Get whatever you want,” he encouraged, waving the waiter down so you could order.

“Good afternoon! I’m Kim Seokjin and I’ll be your server today!” he smiled brightly.

“Hi, I’ll have the fried dough with icing,” you said, pointing at the picture.

“Very good choice, it's a favorite here, do you want jam with it or just the icing?” he asked, giving you the options of apple, polian fruit or blackberry.

“Yoongi can I have polian fruit?” you asked.

“Yes, you can,” he answered, looking out the window.

“Then I’ll have it with icing and polian fruit please!” you said.

“Very well, and for you sir?”

“I’ll have the same thing except instead of polian fruit I’ll have apple,” he said.

“Awesome, I’ll get those right out for you!” he smiled and walked off.

“Was he human?” you asked, staring at the pink haired man walking away.

“I think so, although his personality seemed a little much,” Yoongi said, pouting.

“Don’t like our overzealous waiter?” you asked, a smile on your face.

“It’s not that, it’s just... Nevermind,” he said, waving it off.

“Okay,” you said, looking out the window with him.

The planet was beautiful. Reddish pink skies with blue moons in the center of them. The clouds looked so soft like cotton candy and the people were all so different it made your head spin. But Yoongi was used to this lifestyle, unlike you. So he wasn’t as taken with it as you were. The cafe you were sat in seemed like an old diner from the fifties back on Earth, but the color scheme was yellow and purple instead of pink and blue or something more classic like that. But you didn’t mind it, a little change was good now and then.

“Y/N,” Yoongi said, looking at you.

“Yes?” you answered.

“Have you ever thought about marriage?” he asked.

You almost spit out your drink.

“What?! Where is this coming from Yoongi?” you asked, looking around to make sure your outburst wasn’t seen by many.

“Well I know it is a human tradition, something you do with someone you love. And normally you have children after you’re married so I thought maybe you’d want to get married before we tried having a child? Or maybe that you didn’t care or-I don’t know, it was just something I was researching,” he coughed.

“Yoongi, I don’t feel the need to get married. I have you and I’m happy with you. I know how much I love you, I know how I feel for you. I just don’t think we need to. But if you want to I don’t see why not,” you answered, playing with the straw in your water.

“It’s fine, whatever you want is what I want. But, it was something I came across in research and wanted to mention to you,” he said, seeming as cool as ever.

“Okay, I guess,” you said, when Seokjin came back with your meals.

“Here we are, fried dough with icing and polian fruit and fried dough with icing and apple jam,” he smiled.

“Thank you,” you said.

“Sure thing, is there anything else you need right now?”

“No, I think we’re okay,” you answered.

“Alright, just wave me over if you need something okay?” he said, before sauntering off in the opposite direction.

And the topic of marriage was dropped.

--

The next few days went by anticlimactically. Yoongi was into something else research wise and was going around and sampling and you weren’t feeling well so you stayed behind.

Although, when he came back there was another voice with him.

“So, as you can see, there is a distinct difference in the way this planet’s atmosphere was formed than on Opthamlima, where you come from,” he said.

You came around the corner and there she was. Tall, pale, almost white skin and hair that practically glimmered in the light. She was beautiful...

“Obviously, I knew this. But what do you make of the difference in atmosphere now than in Opthamlima. I believe it has something to do with the technology being more advanced on my planet. Here, it is almost a joke of how primitive it all is. But, the atmosphere is better, so does our technology have something to do with a deterioration of our planet? It is a wonderful point of study don’t you think?”

“I believe there could be a correlation there, but there would have to be sampling done from Opthamlima as well.”

“Yoongi?” you asked, looking between the two of them.

“Y/N, you’re awake, how are you feeling?” he asked, coming forward to check you over.

“I feel better, who is she?” you asked, looking towards the unfamiliar face in the hallway.

“I’m Madema, from the planet Opthamlima. You must be Y/N the human Yoongi is travelling with!” she said, coming closer. “I’ve never met a human before. Your species is truly fascinating!”

“Thank you?” you said.

“It’s no wonder why we don’t dissect you and figure you out. But, I know Yoongi has befriended you. This is all a jest, please feel free to laugh,” she said.

“I will when I find something funny,” you said, shying into Yoongi a little more.

“Oh goodness! You truly are something fascinating!”

“Yoongi?” you asked, looking at him.

“Don’t worry, she’s harmless. Another mind that has curiosity like mine in the universe, so rare to find it these days I had to pick her brain. You understand, don’t you?” he asked.

“Sure...” you said.

“Well, you should get some rest, Yoongi mentioned you had a fever this morning. You really should go lie down, wouldn’t want something to happen to you! Yoongi, where is your study, you mentioned showing me some notes from a previous voyage,” Madema said, looking down the hallway past you.

“Yes, yes, follow me. Y/N, if you need something come find me,” he said, walking off down the hallway with Madema in tow.

Something about him spending alone time with another woman made your skin crawl.

Especially one of her caliber...

But you did as he asked and went to bed, only to lay awake for hours.

Why did he feel the need to bring another woman aboard the ship? Surely he could’ve just brought the notes to her at a different place. Why bring her here? And what was her deal? Why did she look so...

Gorgeous.

Beautiful.

Everything you’re not.

“Damn it,” you sighed, getting up out of bed.

Yoongi still hadn’t returned, something that made it even harder for you to sleep than before.

Wandering around the ship you heard laughter coming from Yoongi’s study. That was odd. Yoongi didn’t really laugh a lot. He was more of a smile kind of guy. But on very rare occasions, you’d hear him laugh. Chuckle more like, but it still sent a shiver of pleasure through you knowing you brought him joy.

Knocking on the door you saw Madema sitting on Yoongi’s desk.

“Yes, Y/N?” he asked, looking at you expectantly.

“I can’t sleep,” you said.

“Okay?” he said, like he was confused as to why you were bringing him into this.

“Will you come and wait with me until I fall asleep?” you asked.

“I could but-”

“It’s okay, go with her Yoongi. She looks terrible, if you being with her could help her get some rest then I think it would be a beneficial endeavor,” she explained.

“I suppose you’re right,” Yoongi nodded.

“I’ll get going. It was a pleasure. I look forward to doing our research together in the future,” she said, brushing past you as she went to leave.

“Let’s get you to bed,” he said, taking you by the shoulders and having you walk to your bedroom.

Exhaustion hit when you felt Yoongi wrap you up in his arms.

“I love you,” you whispered.

You didn’t hear a response.

--

Yoongi was rarely home now.

Madema was taking up all of his spare time.

‘Oh, let’s go for lunch at the cafe and compare notes!’

‘We should go down by the water and take samples to see what stage of life the sea water is at!’

It was all very infuriating.

When Yoongi was with you, he was tired and distant. Not really looking or talking to you much at all. Every night you’d tell him you loved him, and you were surprised if you heard a response back from him at all. It broke your heart to know that the man you loved, wasn’t focused on you. Especially because you were starting to get even sicker.

It was all you could do to get yourself out of bed in the morning.

The nausea was almost disabling. But you rarely threw up. But it was enough for you to stay in bed and not move for most of the day. If Yoongi was concerned he didn’t show it. Checking your temperature in the morning, writing it down and then moving on with his day.

Days that were spent away from you.

Some days he’d bring Madema back to the ship to help him catalog his notes or to do some more research in the lab. Or even just to talk. You can’t remember the last time you and Yoongi had a real conversation. Something with substance.

You heard laughter down the hall again, loud and boisterous.

Madema.

It was like she was mocking you. And everything you had. Because now she had it. Yoongi could easily kick you out like a lost pup, and leave with her instead. Starting a new life with her and her huge ass. God, it was so hard not to be jealous when... when he hardly even acknowledged you were there.

Before trying to get affection from Yoongi was hard, now it was impossible. You were starting to forget how soft his lips were, how husky his voice got when he wanted you... Fuck, you were getting wet just thinking about Yoongi in the bedroom.

You could see him, pulling his shirt off in front of you and throwing it on the floor...

His muscles gleamed in the dim light of the bedroom. His hair messy from being played with. You felt your center throb with need for him.

But as he started walking, he was walking away from you. Towards the door. Where Madema stood, in a beautiful set of lingerie.

“I have her now, and we’ll make children. Something you can’t give me.”

Throwing the blankets off your body you stalked down the hall like an angry bull. Heading towards the kitchen to get something to drink. You got some water from the sink and threw it back, gulping it down thirstily. When you heard footsteps coming towards you.

You saw the two of them round the corner, both immersed in conversation.

“Exactly, I’m so glad you understand,” Madema smiled.

“Yes, and furthermore-oh Y/N, what are you doing out of bed?” Yoongi asked.

“Why do you care?” you asked, looking at him unimpressed.

“What?” he asked, seeming shocked.

“Nothing, nevermind,” you said, moving to put the glass in the sink when it fell from your grip and shattered on the floor.

“Y/N!” Yoongi yelped, coming forward.

“Stop, Yoongi, you’ll step on glass,” Madema warned.

“I got it,” you said, starting to pick it up when a wave of dizziness took over you.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Madema asked.

“F-Fine,” you stuttered out.

“You look really pale,” Yoongi said.

“I said I’m fine,” you answered. But the black spots blurring your vision said otherwise.

“You really should sit down,” Madema said, no real concern in her voice.

“I don’t need your help,” you growled at her.

“Where is all of this hostility coming from? Y/N?” Yoongi asked.

“Nothing, you two, I’m fine,” you said, pushing away from him and moving away from the broken glass. Just as you were about to book it down the hallway, you fell to your knees. Your legs unable to support you any longer. You heard the echoing of footsteps, but you didn’t really register them in your brain. But you felt cool hands on your sides, shaking you lightly.

“Y/N? Y/N!” Yoongi yelled at you.

“Yoongi...” you whispered, not having the strength to turn your head to look at him.

“Madema we should get her into the lab and do some bloodwork,” Yoongi suggested. But the second you heard her name come out of his mouth, everything seemed crystal clear again.

“No,” you ripped away from him yet again, and struggled to stand to your feet.

“Y/N?” Yoongi questioned, watching as you wobbled on your two legs for a second.

“I don’t want to get any blood work done. I’m fine,” you grit out, using the wall as you continued to walk away from them.

“Yoongi, she’s clearly in distress. Do you have a sedative or anything like that?” Madema asked from behind you.

“Yoongi,” you said, his blue head turned to you. “If you love me, please trust in the fact that I’m okay. You don’t need to do bloodwork, you don’t need to check me over. I’m okay. I promise,” you smiled, weakly.

“Okay, if you’re really sure,” he said, coming over to place his hand on your head.

It was one of the only times he’s touched you since Madema got here.

You relished in his cool hands, cradling you with such tenderness it made your heart leap into your throat. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him into a hug. Yoongi found purchase on your hips and rested his head atop of yours. It was so nice to hold him like this. Especially with that little space nerd watching.

Stealing a glance her way, you could see the jealousy in her eyes. Just to rub it in a bit more, you leaned in for a kiss. Yoongi obliged you and gave you a gentle peck in return, but it lit a fire in your stomach that you wanted quenched...

“Yoongi,” you whispered, tugging on his sleeves like you did when you wanted something.

“Hmm?” he asked, enjoying the moment with you.

“Come to bed? Can’t you continue your research tomorrow? Don’t you remember our research?” you asked, placing his hand on your stomach softly.

Yoongi visibly gulped as he felt the softness of your lower stomach.

“I-I don’t, um, you said you weren’t feeling well and I don’t want to jeopardize your health or-”

“No, Yoongi. By all means, abandon our research and have a little fun with your trollop over there,” Madema walked up to the pair of you. “But humans are only pets on Opthmalima.”

She started to walk away, and you felt a sick sense of gratification flush over you.

“Madema wait!” Yoongi said, moving towards her.

“Yoongi?” you asked, his hand still in yours.

“Y/N... I-I don’t...” he said.

“Don’t what Yoongi,” Madema said.

“Don’t make me choose,” he said, looking at the pair of you desperately.

“Fine,” you both said at the same time.

“Y/N, just go to bed. We can talk about this some other time. Madema go to the lab and wait for me there,” he said, letting go of your hand completely.

You stared at your outstretched hand like an idiot. But you really couldn’t believe it.

“No, I’ll make this easy,” you said, pushing past them both.

“Y/N!? Where are you going?” he asked, sounding almost annoyed.

“Doesn’t matter,” you said, turning around. “Cause you won’t have to see me again.”

--

Yoongi sat in the lab, the familiar sounds of his tech working always seemed to help him calm down. But not this time.

‘Cause you won’t have to see me again.’

What did you mean by that?

Were you serious?

Yoongi wasn’t sure if he could handle not seeing you again...

“Yoongi?” Madema asked, coming closer to him.

“Yes?” he answered, turning to face her.

“What kind of research were you and Y/N, conducting? No offense but she doesn’t seem like the brightest star in the sky if you ask me,” she said, fiddling with her drink.

“Ah, well... It became less research and more... How do I put this? Genuine affection,” Yoongi answered.

“What was the initial research?” she asked again.

“Well, Y/N is a human and she comes from a stagnant gene pool. We saw the result of infertility on Plasmaxine 9, and it was haunting. The way people were dying and life wasn’t able to find a way to come through once more. So, I started researching humans, and to see if there was a way to save them. Although, since humans are more primitive than most species, there isn’t a lot of books about them or their anatomy. So, Y/N offered her body up for research,” Yoongi said, awkwardly rubbing his hands together.

“How do you mean?”

“Well, we-uh... Started having sexual intercourse and attempting to have a child,” Yoongi said.

“Are you kidding? With her?” Madema said, looking off in disgust.

“What’s the matter?”

“Well, humans are so basal and primal. They don’t think with logic, but with their emotions. It’s almost sad how imperfect they are. That’s why we keep them as pets, we pity them. So, on Opthmalima, we give them to the labor force or we have them for an accessory. Especially children, because they are so rare.”

The way Madema was talking made Yoongi sick.

“An accessory? No species should be used as an accessory, or a show of someone’s wealth. That's truly disturbing, Madema,” Yoongi said, standing up.

“It wasn’t said to upset you, Yoongi. I know you’re fond of Y/N-”

“I’m not fond of her, I love her,” he said, firmly.

“I don’t know how much of it is love, or how much of it is a mutual dependence,” Madema said, playing with her nails.

“Explain,” Yoongi said quietly.

“Well, she was all you had for two years, correct? And she nursed you back to health after you crash landed in her cornfield. No doubt you feel indebted to her. She saved you. But after all that time, living in close proximity with her, it must’ve made you feel comfortable around her. And she was comfortable around you. You two are friends, and that’s wonderful Yoongi. But she’s a human, they are a dying breed. So are you sure you love her or you want to save her? When did these feelings of affection start on your side?” she asked.

“Shortly after she kissed me for the first time,” he explained.

“I see, then may I conduct an experiment?” she asked.

“What is your experiment-”

Then her lips were on his. She was warm to the touch, lips a little wet but nothing bad. Although, Yoongi couldn’t get over how wrong this felt. She was touching him, and he didn’t particularly enjoy that.

Pulling away, Yoongi looked at her with discomfort.

“I know physically I’m more attractive than Y/N, but we don’t have as much history. So the physical attraction should make up the difference for knowing her better. So, what did you think?”

“I didn’t particularly enjoy that,” Yoongi said, rubbing his face.

“Yes I know-wait what?” Madema said, face suddenly very shocked.

“It’s not the same with you. I don’t think it ever will be no matter how much I know you,” he said.

“That’s not factual,” Madema said, fist clenching at her sides.

“Neither is you getting upset by this,” Yoongi pointed out.

“I’m merely trying to show you that I have everything she has! And it’s better! I’m healthier than she is, I’m part of a good family with good genetics, so why not pick me to breed with? With our knowledge put together maybe our child could find a way to save humanity,” she argued.

“I don’t want to have a child with you, I hardly know you,” he said.

“Don’t Uzmanic males have offspring with at least 20 Uzmanic women? Except, you didn’t go to the breeding rituals did you. You’ve had intercourse with your kind but you never impregnated one did you. And now you’re having troubles impregnating Y/N. You said you’ve been trying for months. Uzmanic males are very virile, there shouldn’t be any problems with you getting Y/N, pregnant. And yet, there’s a hiccup in the system isn’t there?”

“I don’t understand what you’re insinuating,” Yoongi said, not liking this conversation anymore.

“I’m saying, maybe the problem lies in the pairing. Maybe you aren’t meant to breed with your kind or humans. Maybe you should try getting me pregnant,” she suggested.

“That is horribly thought out,” Yoongi said.

“And yet having a baby with a human isn’t?”

“I think I’d like for you to leave,” Yoongi said.

“Yoongi I’m only trying to go about this logically-”

“I’m tired of listening to you, I may have lost the best person in my life because of you. And I’m not going to take that sitting down. I would like for you to leave. And consider our research null,” he said, walking towards the door.

“You can’t do this!”

“I believe I just did, goodbye Madema,” Yoongi said, heading out to find you.

--

You’d left with barely any money or any of your own stuff. That was a little stupid of you, but it didn’t matter now. You weren’t going anywhere anyways. You gripped your sleeves as you walked through the abandoned streets. You had also been crying on and off since you left. You just wanted Yoongi to come up behind you and wrap his arms around you, protecting you from everything. But he was back with that stupid woman. No doubt continuing your research with her. She’s much prettier anyways...

A sudden churn in your stomach had you vomiting on the side of the road.

However, for some reason, you had this nagging in the back of your head.

‘Get a test.’

‘Get a test.’

You weren’t even sure where to buy a pregnancy test around here, but this feeling inside of you. You had to take one. Now.

So you hurried inside of a local store, looking around and trying to find something that resembled the pregnancy tests you had on Earth. But there wasn’t much that seemed similar.

“Need some help?” a woman behind you asked.

“I-I’m looking for the-ah, pregnancy tests?” you said, wincing as you said it.

“Oh! Right here!” she said, handing you a pink box.

“Lovely, thank you,” you said, moving towards the check out.

Soon you were sat in the bathroom, looking down at the floor waiting for the minutes to be up.

It’s probably negative but you wanted to take one. As you thought about it more, you hadn’t gotten your period yet. Although it wasn’t late by much. But, as you looked at the clock and down to the test... It was enough.

+

The little plus sign looked back at you with almost a grave sense of finality.

“Oh fuck,” you whispered, leaning your head back against the wall...

Of course it would happen when you decided to leave him. You were shocked but at the same time, not surprised. You and Yoongi had been having unprotected sex for a while, and you hadn’t been feeling well recently. No doubt you were in the early stages of pregnancy. Looking in the bathroom mirror you lifted your shirt, rubbing your stomach gently...

“Well kid, what are we gonna do now?” you whimpered, the feeling of tears coming over you.

What would Yoongi say if he were here right now?

Would he be happy? Nervous?

You didn’t want to think about it too much. It just made you want to cry harder.

Shuffling your way out of the store you headed towards the outskirts of the city. No doubt there would be beggars there, but you kept your eyes down and head straight forward. There wasn’t much to see out here. Mainly old burnt down buildings and a couple of shacks.

You sat down in an abandoned house, looking around. There wasn’t much left there except a moth eaten blanket and an old couch. A couple broken mirrors and some old furniture also occupied the space. You sighed and went to go sit down.

You laid there for what felt like moments, but soon you saw it was turning dark outside. A chill ran down your spine at the thought of being out here alone. But you weren’t really alone... You rubbed your stomach gently, thinking of your future.

When footsteps alerted you to a new presence.

“W-Who’s there?”

“Y/N?” Yoongi’s voice echoed through the hall.

“Get fucking lost Yoongi, go back to Madema,” you growled, turning your back to him.

“Y/N, please listen to me,” he said, coming closer.

“Don’t, I don’t want to hear it,” you said, already feeling the tears starting.

“Please, I sent her away, she’s already left,” he said, pleading in his voice.

“It doesn’t matter Yoongi, it was clear who you chose,” you said, venom leaking into your tone.

“Y/N, please, I love you,” he said softly, reaching out to take your hand.

His cool hand made you jump lightly, but you couldn’t help how your fingers interlocked with his. He tugged lightly and you were falling back into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your head slowly.

“I love you,” he whispered, rubbing his head against your cheek. Resting his lips on your shoulder.

You felt yourself melt against him, feeling so safe and secure in his arms once more. The anger and jealousy in your veins was slowly being stamped out. Yoongi’s lips were running along your neck and shoulder line, making you quiver lightly. Quickly, you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I love you too,” you said back, tears flowing freely from you.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, petting your head gently.

“I thought you didn’t love me anymore, I thought that it was really over between us. And it killed me inside,” you sobbed, shaking in his grasp.

Yoongi’s heart broke a million times over at your shattered voice. The way you trembled in his arms.

“I’m so sorry, I’ve been a horrible partner. I-I can’t apologize enough for my behavior,” he said, wiping away your tears.

“Yoongi,” you whispered, looking down at the floor.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“I-I have something to tell you,” you said quietly.

“What is it?” He asked, concern leaking into his voice.

“I’m pregnant,” you said softly.

Yoongi froze in your arms, like a statue. You waited for something, anything to come from him. Although you didn’t expect him to fall to his knees in front of you.

“Yoongi?!” You gasped, moving to catch him but he slipped right through your arms.

“I’m okay,” he said softly, not moving.

“Are you sure?” You asked, putting your hands on his head gently.

“Yes, I’m fine, just... I’m overwhelmed,” he said, pulling you forward by your hips and placing a strong kiss to your stomach.

“Yoongi,” you said, smiling lightly.

“Stars you’re pregnant, Y/N, you’re really pregnant? Did you take a test?” he asked, looking up at you.

“Yes, it wasn’t an expensive one. But, maybe you should do some blood work back in the lab?” you asked.

“Yes, I concur. Let’s go home,” he smiled, moving to stand up. When his legs faltered. You smirked, and helped him stand.

“Come on you big lug, let’s get out of here,” you said, giving him a soft peck on the cheek.

He gave a gummy grin and the two of you walked out of there and back to the spaceship.

--

When Yoongi confirmed your pregnancy about a month ago you couldn’t be happier. The pair of you had laid in bed, looking at your stomach with such love and adoration it made your chest ache. But the longer you went on, the more you realized that you wanted him... Badly. And Yoongi was absolutely oblivious to your desires.

Any time there would be a smidge of sexual tension, Yoongi would simply brush it off. It didn’t seem to affect him one bit. But the longing to be with him, was starting to make you think ridiculous things.

But it was difficult when you didn’t think your partner found you attractive. Was it because you were pregnant? You were barely showing yet. You held your stomach protectively. Already feeling so much love for the being growing inside of you. But Yoongi and you hadn’t had sex since before Madema...

Mind made up, you decided to head towards the lab.

Yoongi had been running all kinds of tests on you and your baby, to ensure you and the child were healthy. But he was always tuned into your needs, at least of this variety, asking if you wanted to stop for the day. If you needed anything and if there was something he could do to lessen the symptoms.

He was so attentive in certain areas of your life that it made your heart stammer with so much love. And then there were the times where he was a complete and utter idiot and it made you want to pummel him into the floor.

Although love is all about that balance.

Walking into the lab you saw Yoongi, head in his notebook sleeping. A smile graced your features as you looked at him. He had a soft pout on his lips that made you want to ravage him even more.

Carefully you walked over and placed a hand on his back. Yoongi groaned softly, wiggling in his seat. You soothed your hands down his back, leaning next to his ear to wake him.

“Yoongi, wake up,” you said, kissing his head.

“Mmm, Y/N,” he mumbled, still in his dream-like state.

“I’m here, come to bed you must be tired,” you said, tugging on his shoulders lightly to get him to stand up. He ignored your pulling, but did open his eyes.

“You’re still awake? Are you feeling alright?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“I’m fine, Yoongi, you don’t have to worry,” you said, smoothing the frown off of his face.

“I just want to make sure,” he said, rubbing his thumbs into your hips lightly. Shortly after he was pulling you into his grasp, his head resting right underneath your breasts.

Softly, you ran your fingers through his hair. He almost purred in satisfaction. You kept moving your digits through the silky strands of his scalp, making him push into you further. A soft laugh escaped you, causing Yoongi to look up at you, blinking slowly.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Nothing, just never thought I’d have a baby, let alone with a spaceman,” you said, tugging his ear gently. He whined at your teasing but placed a soft kiss on your stomach.

“I’m glad you did,” he said, nuzzling into your yielding flesh.

“Me too,” you said.

The pair of you stood like that for a few moments. Just enjoying each other's company, no words were needed. It was just the two of you, together. That’s all you’d ever need, it felt like. Yoongi’s hands stayed appropriately at your hips, never dipping further and gripping the globes of your ass like he loved to do when you two were intimate.

Although you hate to ruin such a sweet moment with being horny, it simply couldn’t wait anymore.

“Yoongi?” you asked, voice coming out a little breathless.

“Yes?” he asked, eyes closed as he leaned against you.

“Can we have sex? You know, before I’m the size of a whale and you don’t want to anymore?” you winced.

Yoongi’s grip tightened on your body, pulling away to look at you. “What do you mean by that?” he asked, frowning.

“I-I just want to be intimate with you while we can,” you said, swallowing hard.

“Do you think my attraction for you has a time limit? That I suddenly won’t want you after you’ve given birth?” he asked, standing up to face you.

“I just, y-you haven’t been touching me lately and I assumed it was because of being pregnant-” Yoongi cut you off.

“I always want you,” he said, as if it were obvious. “It’s you who... who doesn’t want me,” he whimpered.

“What?!” you gasped. “What on earth made you think that?”

“We’re not on Earth currently, but I proposed to you, and you rejected it,” he said, looking downcast.

“I don’t ever recall you asking me to marry you,” you gaped.

“In the cafe, I asked you what you thought about marriage,” he argued.

“And then you said whatever I wanted is what you wanted! Yoongi, I never rejected your proposal because I didn’t know what you were asking me,” you said, smoothing your hand over his cheek.

“You said you didn’t want to, and I didn’t want to pressure you,” he said, biting his lip in frustration.

“Yoongi...” you said, watching his face look at you in anguish.

“I always want you... And when Madema came in and started making a mess of everything, when I thought I lost you, oh stars Y/N I’d never felt pain like that. I don’t want to lose you. I want everyone in the galaxy to know you’re mine, and that I’m yours. I even got you a ring, but when you said you didn’t feel like you needed to get married I-I hid it,” he blushed.

He bought a ring?

“What the fuck?!” you screeched, Yoongi flinched in your hold, making your heart lurch from emotion.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you say what you wanted? Yoongi, if I had known how much it meant to you-”

“That’s exactly why I can’t, because you’ll do it for me. Not because you want to be my wife,” he breathed. You watched the pain on his face, as he tried to smile through it. “But, I want you in anyway you’ll have me. And if that means I never get to marry you, then that’ll be enough. Being here with you, and our baby, that’s all that matters to me.”

You felt the tears rolling down your cheeks. Yoongi pressed soft kisses to your hair, telling you it was okay. That you would always be enough for him. You thought back to the history classes back on Earth. The basis of what marriage was back on your home planet. It was always signified as something necessary if you were going to be matching with someone, that you had to be married and had to make a life with someone you barely knew. But, back before everything went so wrong for humanity, it was supposed to be something done out of love, out of wanting the other person to be wholly yours and to be joined in body and spirit.

Yoongi was offering himself up to you body and spirit and you’d thrown it in the garbage. Your heart ached at the fact you had been so quick to dismiss him. You hadn’t taken what he was asking you seriously and he’d been hurt because of it. Because of you.

“Can I see it?” you asked, pulling away from him and looking up into his watery eyes.

“Huh?” he said, cheeks swollen from tears.

“The ring, can I see it?” you asked. Yoongi’s eyes widened, but he reached inside his coat pocket and pulled out the small box. He opened the box and waited for your reaction. The band was pure white gold, it was beautiful and sparkling in the light. The band had diamonds running all along it, finishing with a stone that looked like it was made of pure starlight. You’d never seen a gem like it.

“It’s a stone from my planet. I got the diamonds from earth and then I got this from, well... I told you already but, it’s a neuron star stone. It’s the final moments of a dying star, locked into a continuous loop that never ends, capturing the beauty of the moment forever. A moment that will never end, because my love for you will never end,” he croaks.

“You promise?” you asked, looking at the ring with red eyes.

“I promise you, my love for you is eternal and as infinite as the universe,” he said, kissing your lips softly.

“You’re supposed to get on one knee,” you said, giving him a soft smile.

“R-Right!” he said, collapsing to his knees, biting his lips.

“Close enough,” you giggled.

“N-Now what?” Yoongi asked.

“Now you ask,” you said. Yoongi’s face wavered for a second.

“You might say no,” he whispered.

“I might not,” you beamed.

“Y/N, will you marry me? Will you be my wife?” he asked, raising the box towards you with shaky hands.

“Yoongi, I would be absolutely delighted to marry you,” you said, falling to your knees and bringing your now fiance into your arms.

“I love you. I’ll love you until all the stars go black,” he said, kissing you gently. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back, just enjoying the feeling of his lips pressed to yours. Yoongi’s thumbs rubbed against your slightly swollen tummy, making you shiver in longing.

“I love you too,” you said as the pair of you pulled apart.

“Can I put it on you?” he asked, gesturing to the ring.

“Please do,” you smiled brightly. Yoongi took your hand, sliding the ring up onto your finger where it sat proudly. Yoongi kissed your hand, and pulled you close once more, breathing in your scent that tended to overwhelm him at times. But now, you just smelt like home. Safe and sound.

You two sat there for a moment or two, just basking in the happiness you’d been granted.

When Yoongi broke the silence.

“Did you say you wanted to have sex?” he asked, hands wandering from their place on your waist to your lower back.

“I-I may have mentioned it, yes,” you said. Yoongi kissed your jaw tenderly, making goosebumps rise up on your skin.

“Would you like to? I researched it, and it’s safe to do during pregnancy,” he said, grinding against you lightly.

“You researched it, huh?” you smirked.

“I was worried that I’d hurt you or the baby if we engaged in sexual intercourse during your pregnancy. Since it was difficult for us to get pregnant I didn’t want to endanger the child or you,” he said, not looking at you directly, but you saw the blush on his hot cheeks.

“You know for some people it takes up to a year of consistent unprotected sex before they get pregnant, I don’t think we had that much trouble. You were just impatient,” you said, pushing his chest lightly.

“I-I, uh... Well,” he coughed, trying to hide his need to be right over his pride.

“You’re such an idiot, come on, let’s go,” you said, holding your hand out after you stood up. Yoongi quirked a brow up at you. “Sex, come on.”

Yoongi was quickly on his feet and heading down the hall, you just giggled and went after him.

--

“Should you-ah! B-Be on your knees like that for so long? Let m-me get you a pillow,” Yoongi said, shuffling around while you had his dick almost balls deep in your mouth.

“Stop moving, I want you to cum in my mouth,” you complained as his wiggling pulled his cock from your warmth. Yoongi got you to kneel on the pillow instead, making him smile in victory.

“Why would I cum in your mouth? When your pussy is wet and waiting for me?” he asked, raising a brow. You swallowed hard at his words, biting your lip before moving closer to pump him a few more times.

“Let me go a little more, just a little longer,” you pleaded. “You got me a pillow and everything.”

“Never said that pillow was for you to keep kneeling on,” Yoongi smirked.

“Gonna fuck me?” you asked, breathless at the thought.

“Yeah,” he growls, kneeling on the floor as well. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against his body and kissing your neck and shoulder. You trailed your hands up his waist and tightened on his biceps, grounding yourself to him. Yoongi groaned against your skin when he ground his hard member on your stomach.

“Jesus you’re so hard,” you moaned, taking his member in your hand for a moment.

Yoongi gripped your wrist, not hard but enough to get your attention.

“D-Don’t, if you do that I’ll cum and I want it all inside you,” he groaned. You gently pulled your hand away.

“Then hurry up and put it in me,” you whined, Yoongi looked at you in surprise.

“B-But are you wet enough? I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, kissing your shoulder with a tenderness that was so uniquely him.

“Touch me and find out,” you urged, rutting your hips forward. Yoongi hissed at the friction on his sensitive dick but reached down regardless. You’d already removed your pants, leaving you in your t-shirt and panties. His fingers made their way down your stomach, caressing the skin there lovingly. You smiled before he sunk his digits in your underwear.

Yoongi outright moaned at the sensation of your wet folds soaking his fingers. He pulled his hand out and brought his fingers to his tongue, sucking the slick off himself. Quickly you connected your mouths and eagerly tasted yourself on his lips.

“Bend over,” Yoongi growled, looking down at your drenched panties. You did as he asked, using the pillow under your knees to cushion your elbows. Yoongi palmed the flesh of your ass, watching with rapt attention as your center clenched around nothing.

You turned around and looked at him over your shoulder, sending him a daring gaze that made his cock throb even harder. Yoongi moved closer, pulling your panties to the side and stared at your wet pussy with raging desire.

“Take me, I’m yours, always,” you said, leaning your head down on the floor and raising your ass higher in the air.

“Fuck,” he moaned, taking his length in his hand before guiding it inside you with little hesitation. You cried out at the thickness filling you so suddenly, but you relished in the slight burn. Yoongi gripped your hips and helped pull you back a little further, finally sinking inside of you all the way.

“Oh shit, Yoongi,” you whimpered, feeling so stuffed.

“I’m not gonna last, fuck, fuck!” he snarled, leaning forward and bucking into you at the same time.

“Don’t want you too, just want your cum. Want you so deep, please,” you cried, reaching back for him. Yoongi’s hand intertwined with yours, locking you both into the solid rhythm he carried.

“You feel so good, Y/N, so good around me,” he whimpered, hitting that spot inside you that made stars dance across your vision.

You knew being pregnant made you sensitive, but were you feeling this way because you were pregnant? Or was it because of the man you were making love to? You felt the raw emotion climbing up your throat at the thought of marrying him, birthing his child and living together happily. It was everything you’d ever wanted and more.

Yoongi wasn’t good at emotions. No Uzmanic was, but, this feeling between the two of you right now? It was the most precious gift, beside the child nestled deep inside you, that you’d given him. The ability to love, the ability to be vulnerable and not have to be right all the time. It was so perfect, because it was yours. It was the love of the two of you combined that had made the being inside of you that already made his heart weep with joy.

Uzmanics were aloof creatures.

They valued logic and reason above all else.

But Yoongi found that you were his reason. Not in the logical sense, but in the physical sense. You were his reason to get up, to continue on, to be the best version of himself that there could be. You made him want to try.

The burning sensation in his eyes made him confused.

Was he crying?

Now?

Apparently he was.

“Oh-Yoongi, what’s wrong?” you asked, gasping a little as another harsh thrust came from him.

“I-I love you, so much,” he hiccuped, picking you up by your shoulders and molding your back to his front as he hammered into you faster.

“I-shit! I love you too, more than anything,” you said, breathless as he continued to pound into your sweet cunt faster and faster.

“I can’t hold it, I’m gonna cum. Want you to cum with me,” he said, breathing harsh into your ear.

“Yeah, wanna cum too. Just give me a little help,” you encouraged, placing one of his hands on your lower stomach and the other on your clit. Yoongi got the message and started rubbing your engorged pearl desperately. Like it was the last thing he’d ever do.

“Fuck, baby, cumming. Gonna cum,” he cried, burying his face in your neck and pistoning his hips faster inside of you. It almost hurt how hard he was going, but the burn was delicious as you felt sparks shoot up your spine as he played with your clit.

“In me, want it in me. Fill me up baby, come on,” you encouraged, locking your hand behind his head.

“Oh shit! Y/N!” he sobbed, hips stopping as jets of his hot seed filled you to the brim. His fingers didn’t stop on your clit, however, and soon after you were falling off the precipice yourself.

“Yoongi!” you shivered, body hot and sticky all over.

Soon, his length softened and he pulled it out of you with a little hiss. You fell forward, catching yourself on your elbows on the pillow. Yoongi fussed, bringing you into his arms. Carefully, he lifted you up and placed you in bed, walking to go get something to clean you up with.

Yoongi came back with a pair of boxers on and a wet cloth for you. Unconsciously, he placed a pillow under your hips, urging you to relax before stopping in his tracks.

“I-I guess you don’t have to anymore, if you don’t want to...” he murmured.

“It’s cute,” you smirked.

Soon after, you were both wrapped up in bed. Yoongi kissed your forehead softly, looking at you with nothing but love and adoration. Giving him a delicate peck on the mouth you closed your eyes and smiled briefly, this... This is love.

--

The night sky was always the prettiest right after a storm.

It seemed like the stars shined brighter that way.

You stood outside, wrapped in a shawl while staring up at the sky. You heard the sounds of your husband calming your distressed daughter. Yoongi was in love the moment she was born, and hardly slept the first few weeks because all he wanted to do was watch her.

Shortly, you heard your daughter’s cries calm and the door to her nursery shut.

The distinct sound of footsteps on the wooden stairs echoed through the sleepy night.

Warmth enveloped you as you looked up at the sky once more.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered.

“It is,” Yoongi said, also looking up.

“I’m sorry I took you from it, for wanting us to raise Mae here,” you whispered.

“I’m not sorry. It’ll be good for her to have some stability when she’s little. Maybe when she’s older we can take her for a trip, I’m not worried about it,” he said, kissing your cheek.

“You’re so sweet to me,” you smiled, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You’ve given me everything, I think I can be sweet to you in return,” he smiled.

“Remember when you asked me to come with you that night? I was crying like an idiot and you touched my boob by accident,” you laughed. Yoongi’s cheeks blossomed in embarrassment.

“I thought you were dying! What was I supposed to do?”

“Not accidentally grope me,” you chuckled. “I’m so glad I went with you.”

“Me too,” he agreed, kissing your lips.

You fell into the rhythm of connecting like it was second nature. Your daughter was barely a month old but you feel like you hadn’t had him in ages.

“You know, I was terrified the last time I stood here,” he said, holding you.

“Why?”

“Remember that Uzmanics can see visions and other people's emotions? Even if you don’t want us to see them, we will. Unless we build up a tolerance and can effectively block that line,” he explained. “That night, I saw you holding a baby that looked Uzmanic. You weren’t consciously thinking about it. But, your heart was. And now we’re here. With our baby, and she’s so perfect. So utterly perfect, and healthy. All thanks to you,” he breathed, kissing your lips again.

“Well, it takes two,” you smirked.

“I’m happy to be of service,” he smiled.

“I’m sure,” you laughed.

The pair of you looked up at the sky, and suddenly, bright flashes of light came raining down.

“Shooting stars!” you cried, looking at them in wonder. “Quick you have to make a wish!” you said, holding his hand.

“I don’t need to,” Yoongi said. “I’ve got everything I’ve ever wanted and more... Right here, with you.”

This gave you pause.

“I have one wish. That our daughter will grow up healthy and strong and help lead humanity to a better tomorrow,” you said.

“That’s a big job for a little girl,” Yoongi commented, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“She can do it, I know she can,” you encouraged.

“If anyone could, it’d be her.”

“Still don’t have a wish?” you asked.

“Maybe one,” he smiled.

“Hmm, what is it?” you asked.

“Another baby, with you,” he said, blushing cutely.

“I guess that can be arranged. Maybe when she’s a little older?” you teased.

“Maybe. But I don’t see the harm in practicing,” he said, pushing into your personal space hotly.

“I’m sure you don’t,” you laughed.

“Perhaps another one then. I want our daughter to find love, like we did,” he said, resting his forehead against yours. “One that’ll be there, even if all the stars go black.”

You smiled then, kissing him passionately in the cornfield where it all started. With just the light of the stars illuminating you, you found peace. Because the love you shared, was wider than the cosmos above.

[tae-cup]

Mare Altius Quam | MASTERLIST

Pairing: Yoonmin x Reader

Summary: After several months adrift in space, alone, your ship is pulled onto the planet of Marmoris. 

Genre: Alien!au, Sci-fi, Angst, Fluff, Poly

Warnings: Religious Themes (Not human), Violence in some chapters

A/N: this may look like a short series but the chapters are going to be BEEFY

Rating: PG-13

Other: Masterlist

Chapters

0. Teaser

1. A Subtle Landing

2. The Languorem

3. sollicitus

4. Trauma

5. A militum animi

6.  A saevis dominum

7.  Deeper Than The Sea