Alien inspection (part 6): “Are you my girl-friend?”

A/N: In this part the porn lightens, but the plot thickens, hope you like it! Also, as a question, would you like for me to write his POV? Are you curious about Xyris’ inner thoughts as he does all the filthy things to his new human? Let me know.

Alien (Xyris) x fem!reader || teasing, SFW (kinda)

Xyris did repeat his “experiment” at least two more times before he was happy with the results. You couldn’t even argue with him because he gave you so many orgasms in the past couple days that your pussy was constantly sore. In the best possible way. Plus, he talked less when he was focused on making your brain turn into jelly. And you liked when he talked less. Or that’s what you were trying to convince yourself of. You didn’t feel any kind of way about him that wasn’t sexual… right? Right.

But the fourth day in a row you appeared at his door, he wasn’t getting his “instruments” (aka: sex toys) ready for you, he was dressed casually and setting some kind of weird shaped plates on the table he usually fucked you senseless. Your brain took a few extra seconds to catch up with your eyes, not understanding anything in front of you. The past few days, as soon as you arrived, he was ordering you to get naked and on the table, and today he was setting the plates down? What the fuck?

“What are you doing?” You asked, trying not to sound too suspicious but probably failing miserably.

He didn’t lift his head to answer. His hands focused on setting the fork and knife in perfect symmetry. “I’ve been researching human mating customs,” he said as if that explained everything. His tone was nonchalant and you couldn’t quite comprehend what he meant by that.

“You what?”

He seemed content with the placement of the table when he turned to look at you. “Yes, the internet said humans mated differently, so I looked it up. There was a lot of coupling, err… how do you call it? Ah! Fucking. There was a lot of fucking, which we already did, but also something about…” he thought about it for a second, and finished: “appointment.”

You were looking at him, not understanding anything. Maybe your translator was broken? “Appointment?” You asked. And then something inside your brain clicked, and you understood what he meant. “Do you mean dates?” Your voice almost broke at the end.

“Yes. Dates, that’s what they called it.” He smiled at you and your heart skipped a beat. You tried to stop the butterflies from flying inside your stomach, but the traitors were too happy that he was smiling at you for no particular reason. Fuck. You were in trouble.

“Okay…” You pronounce it as if it was two syllables.

“So I prepared us dinner. To have a date.” He said it as if that meant nothing, as if it was another clinical procedure he had to do with you, as if it was part of the bigger experiment that was spending time with a human. You hated yourself for how much that hurt.

But then his words fully processed in your brain. “You what?” To say you were confused was selling it short. You were completely dumbfounded. Flabbergasted. Stupefied.

“A date. Us. Dinner. Ugh, why are humans so stupid?” He mumbled the last part but you heard it either way, fueling the fire inside of you that wanted to snap at him.

“I am not stupid.” You felt like a caged animal, unable to fly or fight, unable to process what he was saying. Why the fuck did he want a date with you? Did he have feelings? He felt jealous before, but you assumed that was because he wanted to fuck you, nothing else. What did that mean now? Fuck, your brain was spiraling.

“You are wrong on that, human, you are very stupid. You always try to act like you are not, but then I fuck you dumb, and then you are just a fleshlight for my cock.” The way he said that without even blinking or smiling shouldn’t have make you as hot as it had. Your skin was tingling with the need to be touched, as your insides twisted and turned. You didn’t know what to think, what to do.

“Tha- that’s different,” you let out, mind blank and too full at the same time.

He looked at you amused, a smile twitching at the edge of his lips. “How so?”

You couldn’t explain to him that you being desperate for his cock wasn’t the same as you being confused about him preparing a date. You weren’t ready to explain all of that to him, so you simply said: “Are we going to eat or what?” You snapped back.

“Oh. Yes. Food. I had some food delivered.” He didn’t even made it himself. “I would have made it myself but you humans are so complicated with your tiny weak teeth and your soft bodies…” He explained, and your heart didn’t skip a beat at the thought of him wanting to cook for you. No, it didn’t. Nope.

“You are very rude to humans to be an alien with a human kink,” you told him, trying to sound as detached as him, but failing, a bit of hurt coming across your words.

He looked at you with something akin to confusion, but not quite. “I never said I didn’t like your human holes. I happen to enjoy human reactions to me playing with their openings, they are always so... unexpected.” You gaped at him, did he just say your holes were unexpected? What?

“What kind of adjective is unexpected?” You tried not to sound annoyed but failed. He didn’t respond, making you angry. And after a few beats of silence you snapped again: “Whatever, do you want to eat or not?” And then you thought better of it. “Actually, I would prefer for you to just fuck me already.”

“No.” You gaped at him, stunned by his response. Did he just say no to sex? What? “Sit down, the food is getting cold,” he told you, signaling the chair in front of him.

But you were still in your last thought: “What do you mean no?”

“I don’t want your human holes today, maybe tomorrow,” his clinical tone was back and your pussy tingled at the humiliation of being rejected like that. He wasn’t even looking at you, getting metal containers out of the kitchen and on the table.

“I’m not coming tomorrow,” your stubborn ass said, even though you knew that was probably a lie.

And then he laughed. He laughed so loudly and carelessly, head thrown back and fangs showing, that you could only stare at him. When he calmed down a bit, he choked out: “You are a lying human. You’ll be here tomorrow, and I will fuck you then,” he stated, making you blush hard and angry.

“We’ll see about it,” you retorted even thought you knew you will definitely be there tomorrow.

You were addicted to him, to his extra long fingers and weird looks, to his alien cock and nasty tongue. Fuck. You couldn’t go without him for more than a couple days, and you weren’t about to say no to him when he learned how to make you squirt over and over until your body was so tired you were crying in ecstasy unable to move.

Yeah… It was just because of the sexual gratification he provided, nothing to do with how fun you found the banter and how fucking interesting he was when he talked. Nothing to do with that.

So you sat down, his amusement clear but he didn’t say anything as he served you some food similar to ribs. “What is this?” You asked, the smell was so good you were salivating. It smelled exactly like the barbecue ribs you used to have on Earth.

“Human bones with meat around them,” he simply said.

You stared at him, almost at the point of hysterical laughter. “What?” There was no way he just described ribs like that, your lips were twitching trying to repress the laughter trying to escape. You felt like your feelings were a roller-coaster at the moment, one moment you were angry, another confused, then amused… You were a mess.

“They have a name… Ribs?” You nodded, a little huff of laughter escaping. “Yeah, that.”

He sat in front of you and started to take tiny pieces of food with his long fingers, not bothering with the silverware. You stared at the movement of his fingers and his mouth for a long while, it was way too interesting to see him eat. But when he looked up and caught your eye, you snapped out of your stupor and started eating. The first bite of ribs made your whole body shiver. Fuck, that was good.

You groaned at the taste, and he stopped with the food mid air to stare back at you, eyebrows raised and smirk on his lips. “I never knew humans had sexual feelings towards food. Fascinating.”

“What?” You asked, playing coy as you felt a blush cover your cheeks.

“You just moaned the same way you do when I press against your clit. Or like you do when I push my cock inside your tight pussy,” he deadpanned, making you spill out some of the water you were drinking, making a tiny mess in front of you and laughing uncontrollably at his shocked expression.

When you recovered from your laughing fit, you explained: “Sometimes humans do those sounds for other pleasurable things, it’s not always sexual.”

“I see…” And he dropped the subject, focusing once again on his food. But you could see him looking at you every now and then, curious about your movements and reactions.

Just like an experiment, nothing more, your brain tried to remind you. But something inside of you didn’t fully believe that, there was a spark of hope that would be your downfall.

And when he started talking like you were just two people having dinner together, you went with it, you’d deal with the consequences tomorrow.

He was interesting and funny in a very dry way that had you laughing until tears were running down your cheeks. He seemed very pleased at your laugh and giggles. He also laughed a lot when you told him about some particularly weird human customs, at least weird to him. Like how there was a big dude dressed in red that sneaked into your house in the middle of the night to leave you presents. He thought that was top tier comedy as he laughed uncontrollably. Your smile was so big your cheeks hurt. It was… nice. It was more than nice. It was phenomenal. And a part of you that had been quiet during all your previous sexual sessions was suddenly awoken by the normality of it all.

But as everything good in your life, there was a point where everything came crashing down.

“Are you my girl-friend?” He asked as you were helping him clean the table.

You stopped in your tracks and stared at his alien face, once again surprised by his question. “What?”

“The internet said a date was a step to know each other to become boyfriend/girlfriend, or boyfriend/boyfriend, or girlfriend/girlfriend… Many possibilities, but no explanation.” He looked interested in the response, but you were a deer caught in headlights.

You didn’t know what to say, how to explain it, because after the night you just had you weren’t sure you could explain to him that what you just did, what you’d been doing all along was pretty similar to the beginning of a relationship. That he was the closest to a boyfriend you ever had, and that even if he was a fucking jackass, he treated you with respect (outside the bed dynamics) and you were maybe, just maybe, developing feelings deeper than lust and anger for him.

So you did what you had to: “I need to go,” you said, leaving the plates in the kitchen and rushing to the door. He didn’t say anything as you left, not even an amused remark about seeing you the next day, so you just left with a knot in your throat and an uneasy feeling in your stomach.

Usually, when you finished fucking, your brain was a mess, but after that dinner your brain was complete chaos, unable to process all the things that happened, and above all, unable to process all the weird feelings boiling inside your stomach. You were a human in space, and he was an alien, but weirdly enough… you just had a date with him. He researched and then prepared a date… For you. But it was just like an experiment, right?

Maybe the uneasy feeling in your stomach was the food, yeah, the weird sensation in your stomach was because of the food and not butterflies signaling new blooming feelings. No hurt over the way he seemed detached of those weird feelings. Nope.

It was the food. Definitely.