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Roommates Pt 3

Yautja x AFAB Reader (neutral pronouns) Part 1 / Part 2

You had seen each other before, of course. The ship was big, but the program worked so that you saw the same people often as everyone worked near each other in cells rather than just, running the ship up and down. It was easier to form bonds and fulfill the program’s objective: Interspecies mingling.

The Hybrid ship was funded out of the dream of having humans and yautjas finally come together, or at least the ship’s crew, as a start to conquer their differences.

‘Oh, the differences are being conquered alright…’ You thought as you looked around. The first week was awkward, neither species knowing exactly how to come around the other, but if the chattering and laughter all around the cafeteria was anything to go by, you’d say things were going great.

Sure, some people only wanted to be friends while others wanted to…get frisky. Nothing wrong with getting frisky. Hell, you yourself wanted to get frisky.

Which led you back to your situation at hand.

On the table in front of yours sat the object of your daydreaming. It started small, almost innocently. Everyone knew what to do and how to start conversations but it just didn’t happen for you. Your friends said you were thinking too hard and to ‘just talk’ to other people, but it was sure easier said than done.

“Well, just stare then, they’ll get the hint.” One of them said.

You weren’t being blatant about it, of course.

His name was Zazin, from what you’ve heard others call him, and he was….truly something. Now, most if not all yautjas were…really hot. But something about Zazin just knocked you off your horse, down. Bad.

Zazin was deliciously tall, towering over all humans and a good portion of his own people at 7’6 tall, which was quite something for you. You knew yautjas were somewhat closer to the reptiles back on Earth, but Zazin’s skin and gaze greatly reminded you of a snake, deadly, beautiful, you wanted to touch him but feared for your own safety, all hard muscle, and grace.

His skin was a brownish-green at his sides, the rings of various sizes painted his ribs, mingling with the darker color before coating the lighter beige of his chest which went all the way down to his abs and thighs before getting darker again at his calves. His eyes were yellow, seeming to almost glow when he looked at something hard enough.

He was a fresh Elite, from what you knew. High stamina, good looking, and brash, a combination that made you good weak in the knees.

So there you sat, fiddling with your half-empty cup as you stole glances at a full-grown Yautja like you were some sort of teenager. You sighed and looked into your cup for a second, leaning against your hand on the table. Nothing stopped you from talking to him, but at the same time, everything did. It was stupid, highly frustrating, and not at all funny. At least not to you.

You sigh again and look up. He’s not there anymore.

When?

“Over here.”

You freeze, the liquid in your cup splashing a bit as you turn to the side to catch Zazin himself standing beside your table.

You hear a small ‘busted’ from somewhere on your side along with deep chuckling you knew to be your friends, but you were too busy trying to keep under control in front of Zazin to care.

“Can I sit?”

Sit? Could he sit? Where? With you? ON you? God-

“Yes-, of course.” You swallowed as he nodded, placing his own bigger cup near yours as he sat down close to you. ‘God, he’s a furnace- so hot-,’ you think as he tucks his legs under the table.

“So.” He starts, you look up at him, feeling your throat go dry at his voice. “What have you been staring at me for?”

Oh shit.

“I-, well, I-,”

“Yes?”

“I was just-, admiring?”

His bored expression slowly melted away as he started chuckling, “Admiring?”

“Y-eah,” you mutter, picking up your cup again before his hand covers the top of it, lowering it down before you could hide in it.

Fuck.

“Strange, I could swear you looked like you wanted to talk to me?” He gets a little closer to your face, the eyes you liked so much now piercing into you as you craved so much before.

Your eyes widen, “Y-. You and me?”

He chuckles again, “Yes.” He leans back again, fingers slowly sliding off the edge of your cup, brushing against your own before retreating completely. “Unless you’d like me to leave you alone.”

“No-! No,” you clear your throat, “I, ah, well, I’d love to, um, get to know you better? And be- friends?” You stuttered

Zazin smiled, tusks slowly tugging upwards as he nodded, “Oh, we’ll be friends just fine.”

You’d come to know the meaning behind those words 3 weeks later, all the way back in Zazin’s quarters, panting and blushing as Zazin pinned you to the bed, hearing a pleased purr from him when you tightened your legs around his waist...

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