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If someone had asked Jeongguk if he thought he would be in space after being cryogenically frozen for twelve years, he would have answered with a firm no, but fuck that would be cool .
As it was, it was very much not cool. The videos that had been prerecorded for him were fucked , his body ached from being frozen for so long, and the space food wasn’t even good. He felt a little ungrateful, complaining about all this shit when he was up in space of all places (probably like, every kid’s dream) and holy shit space is pretty , but he wished he maybe would have had a little bit of notice. He understands, of course. The earth was dying! Everyone sent one of their children up, the rest of them left to die on a radioactive planet. It was horrible. Jeongguk didn’t like to think about it too much.
He doesn’t mean to be ungrateful. He really doesn’t.
It’s hard with the alien situation though.
He had met the alien when he had been trying to find something to wear other than the musty white shirt he had on for the first twelve years of his existence on the ship. It was a pretty decently sized ship, he thought, considering seven billion kids had been sent into space in similar ones. He figured that they just didn’t care about the earth’s resources since it was all dead anyway. Screw the economy when a comet’s radiation was slowly sucking the life out of everything anyway.
The alien had been sleeping in a clothing pile in the back closet. Jeongguk had no idea how the thing had fit in there since he was much larger than Jeongguk, who would’ve had a hard time fitting in there himself. But the alien’s body seemed almost gelatinous, easily moldable. It seemed to slither itself into the nooks and crannies like slime. It kind of crept Jeongguk out. As if an alien sleeping in his closet hadn’t been terrifying enough.
The alien itself looked kind of awesome though if he was honest. It was vaguely humanoid in shape, with glossy lavender skin, four completely black eyes not unlike a spider, and white hair cut shaggily around its shoulders. Along its arms and legs were fine white hairs, tiny little glowing spots marked its arms, a single one on the end of its straight nose. Its face was shaped similar to a human’s despite the eyes, with a strong jaw and soft cheekbones. It stood at just over seven feet tall if Jeongguk had to guess, with only three very long fingers on each hand and no nails. He had no toes, but rather smooth, oval-like feet. By far the most noticeable part was the almost scale-like steel black bodysuit it wore, legs bare, so skintight Jeongguk had briefly thought it was patterning of the skin. On the abdomen of the suit, barely noticeable if Jeongguk hadn’t gotten so close in his observation of the creature, was an opening that seemed intentionally hidden. He didn’t know what it could possibly be for.
When the thing had woken up, Jeongguk had definitely been ready to die. It had blinked all of its eyes at Jeongguk, and he thought that it would suck to be awake again for the first time in twelve years just to die from an alien in his closet.
But the alien seemed curious if anything. It rose up to its full height (terrifying) and peered at Jeongguk with unblinking eyes.
“Hello.” It said, and Jeongguk screamed.
The alien introduced themselves. They didn’t describe themselves with any real pronouns, so Jeongguk had been calling them ‘they’ instead. It felt rude to call an intelligent being such as the alien as an ‘it’. The alien’s name was unable to be mimicked by human speech, so Jeongguk just calls them ‘V’, as it sounds the closest to their name.
“And tell me again, why are you on my ship?” He asked V, who blinked all four eyes at him like a curious puppy. They were sitting on the floor whilst Jeongguk was standing, which was clearly to appear as non-threatening as possible due to their monstrous size. V moved very slowly, almost seems to float with how light their step was, and Jeongguk only really knew of any silent movements because his hair would stand on end whenever the other creature got too close.
“My vehicle was destroyed in an asteroid shower,” V pronounced slowly. Korean seemed to be somewhat difficult for the alien, but V was learning incredibly fast. The more Jeongguk spoke, the easier it seemed to be for V. Jeongguk wondered if that was something all aliens could do, or if that was just something unique to V. “Your cryogenic sleeping container maintained enough power for me to notice it. I simply waited for your pod to move into the area I had been stationed and climbed aboard. I am glad that you were passing through. It is difficult to breathe out in space.”
But they could do it, Jeongguk noticed. They didn’t need oxygen to survive, but they could also survive in oxygen. What the fuck was V exactly?
“I don’t mean to be rude,” He said slowly, scratching the back of his neck. “But why were you sleeping in the closet?”
“Small spaces bring comfort. The coolness of the metal allowed my skin to recover from the debris of my ship.” V stuck their arm out, and Jeongguk bulked. Along the inside of their arm was a long, jagged gash. It hadn’t been stitched up but rather sat gaping open, muscle and veins able to be seen inside. There seemed to be no bone to speak of. Jeongguk felt like he was going to be sick.
“W-why haven’t you stitched it up?” He asked hotly, moving to the medical kit that was under the pilot’s seat. “Doesn’t it hurt?”
V blinked at him, and then gazed down at the slash on their arm. “It does not hurt.” They say curiously, and promptly stuck one of his fingers inside.
“Hey- what are you doing?” Jeongguk cried, grabbing the alien’s arm. V looked at him again, seeming puzzled. “You shouldn’t touch a wound, it could make it worse.”
“Forgive me,” V said plainly, removing their finger slowly. “I thought it was similar to my gland system, and so I was curious.”
“Your- what ?” Jeongguk felt a little faint, trying very hard not to look at the wound on V’s arm.
“Here.” V scoots back from where they were sitting, and their hands slid down their own torso to that slit in their suit. They used their fingers and part the suit, Jeongguk crouched and peered at it curiously. A strong scent was coming from that area, heady and musky. Jeongguk felt a little drowsy, and without really thinking, he slid two fingers inside.
“W-Wait,” The word tumbled awkwardly from V’s mouth, and they blinked down at Jeongguk rapidly, holding themselves open. Jeongguk looked up at the creature with a confused look, fingers stroking the inside of the slit slowly.
It felt like water, but thicker. Heavier. There was no real muscle in here, unlike the outside. Like V seemed to have no bone, the inside of their body seemed just as gelatinous.
V made a sound similar to a bird call, squirming where they sit, and Jeongguk snatched his hand away in realisation.
“Did you just trick me into fingering you?” He hissed, holding his hand protectively to his chest. His fingers were covered in a lilac goo and he wiped them quickly on his shirt. What the fuck .
“T-there was no desire to deceive,” V gasped, hands finding their way to their side quickly. For the first time, they seemed to display an emotion other than passive curiosity. Jeongguk thought they might even be blushing if the blue tinge creeping over their skin was anything to go by. “I merely thought we were beginning an observation session. I had not expected a physical examination.”
Jeongguk didn’t know how to respond. His body had moved on its own. He hadn’t been able to stop himself from pressing his fingers into the alien. He blushed a dark red.
V was watching him with an unreadable expression and then smiled. It looked strange on such a creature.
“I am sure you are curious.” They said, pushing that white, downy hair away from their face. “But might I suggest to touch whilst I slumber instead? My body prefers it.”
Jeongguk couldn’t believe his ears. He was not going to finger V again.
It turned out, Jeongguk was a fucking liar.
He really hadn’t meant to be here. After they had changed the subject earlier, Jeongguk had sworn he wouldn’t do this. Even if V had put the thought in his head, Jeongguk had morals .
Yet here he was, in the cold bunker that V had retreated to.
This time, Jeongguk pressed three fingers inside the alien. He glanced up quickly to make sure V was still asleep and spread his fingers out. The alien made that same bird-like call as earlier in the day, and Jeongguk told himself this was fine. V had invited him to do this, had told him sleeping would be the best time to begin. It felt wrong. It felt so fucking wrong-- but that musky scent was strong in his nostrils and it was that delicious scent that had his fingers moving, thrusting inside of the alien over and over.
V cried out when Jeongguk mounted the alien’s waist, their eyes flying open in confusion. Even with the physical differences, the blue blush of arousal was staining their cheeks. V curled their fingers around Jeongguk’s wrist.
“I do not want it.” They said, and Jeongguk felt horror crash through him. What had he done? He should never have thought this was okay, he-- “I would like your reproductive organ now.”
Jeongguk’s brain shut off. “What?” He stuttered, close to tears.
V gazed at him patiently, one of his long fingers coming to slide along the semi-hard line of Jeongguk’s cock. He gasped and buckled, fingers curling where they were still inside V.
“Your appendages do nothing,” V said blankly. “My body does not need stimulation for self-lubrication. You may perform the reproductive ritual now.”
Jeongguk swallowed hard. “It’s cool that I’m touching you, though?” He asked, just to make sure.
V smiled, mouth rectangular and teeth were bright. “It is indeed ‘cool’, Jeongguk.” Their expression shifted then, and they made that trilling sound again. “Hurry.”
Their fingers wrapped around Jeongguk’s cock through his pants and he felt like he might come then and there. Their fingers felt like the inside of the best fleshlight Jeongguk had ever felt. Just tight enough to make him moan and cant his hips roughly.
“Shit, okay. Okay, Jesus.” He mumbled, shoving his pants down and off. V was too big for Jeongguk to be in any position but on their lap, and he briefly wondered if his cock would be enough for them. He was an averagely sized human, after all. He lined himself up with the slit and pushed in, dubious of what it would feel like.
His fingers had not allowed him to truly realise the feeling, that much was obvious. It immediately felt incredibly tight, like those gelatinous walls were suctioning to his cock. He felt like he was getting his cock sucked by a vacuum cleaner or some shit, but infinitely better.
V kept trilling, their bottom two eyes closed and the other two watching Jeongguk. It was impossible to know what they were thinking, if not for the soft sounds they were making over and over.
They said something in their language and Jeongguk shook his head, unable to understand. He put a hand on the soft stomach of the alien to steady himself as he began canting his hips.
“What is this?” He gasped, fingers rubbing against a swollen bulge just above the slit. V whined and arched up, and that bulge seemed to unravel at each of Jeongguk’s strokes.
He groaned, saliva pooling in his mouth as he realised what it was.
“Are you a hentai trope?” He gasped, flinching away as a tentacle came close to his mouth. “Are you some kind of sex alien?”
V clenched around him and tossed their head back. “I am.. A diplomatic entity.” They whined, sucking him in more. Jeongguk thrust harder, gripping a soft thigh and throwing it over his shoulder. “My purpose is- is to ensure peace within races, t-through the means of pleasure--”
Jeongguk laughed disbelievingly. “You are a sex alien,” He whispered, hips canting and shoving into V over and over. A tentacle wrapped around one of Jeongguk’s legs. He knew he should probably be more freaked out about it, but he figured fucking a sex alien was about as strange as today could get.
There were three of them, all the same lilac as the goo that spilt from V’s slit. They seemed to excrete the stuff as they slid over Jeongguk’s skin. The more they explored, the more turned on V appeared.
“What kind of dream am I--” Jeongguk choked on his words as a tentacle shoved inside his mouth, spilling that goo against his tongue. He slackened, hips continuing to move on instinct. V whimpered, a three-fingered hand coming to grip their own thighs and hoist them up to their chest. The slide inside them was easier then, and Jeongguk groaned around the tentacle down his throat, gargling and choking on the thing.
“You mustn’t keep talking,” V whispered, body blotchy blue in their blush. “I cannot concentrate when you speak.”
Jeongguk didn’t know whether that was a compliment or not, but he found he couldn’t think on it for too long. A tentacle was pressing against his hole insistently, slick and sticky as it wiggled inside him. He felt his heart jump in fear and made a sound of protest, but his body pushed back against it, letting it slide inside of him deeper until it was fucking him opening slowly.
They canted together like that, Jeongguk buried inside V and one of V’s tentacles inside him, rubbing at his prostate over and over.
Jeongguk’s body was numbing and he could barely think, barely realised what was happening as V squeezed the come out of him. He spilt inside the alien, listening to those high trilling moans, the suctioning tightening until Jeongguk couldn’t move.
He collapsed forward onto V’s chest, the tentacles continuing to move in and out of him at a hard, erratic pace. The alien’s legs fell back to the cool metal floor as they trembled. Jeongguk wanted to question what was happening, but then the tentacles seemed to expand inside him and he was flooded, filled to the brim with that heady goo.
His mind blanked and he shuddered, choking as he was filled up. V made soft, comforting cooing sounds, their arms coming around Jeongguk, large hands holding onto his small waist. He was so big that his hands took up the entire expanse of Jeongguk’s back.
It was a long time before either of them moved. Slowly, the tentacles retreated back into V’s body, and that goo trickled out of Jeongguk slowly. He felt gaping, left wide open, body pleasantly aching.
“Jeongguk?” V asked after a long stretch of silence. Jeongguk blinked drowsily, looking up at the alien questioningly. “What is hentai?”
Jeongguk stared at the alien for a moment and then groaned. “Nothing, nevermind.”
V protested. “But I would like to know-”
“Nope.”
“Jeongguk, what is he-”
“ Nope .”
If someone had asked Jeongguk if he thought he would be in space after being cryogenically frozen for twelve years, he would have been afraid. He would have acted like it was awesome, but been scared.
Having an alien friend made it a little easier though.