Alien inspection: what's jealous?

Alien x fem!reader || degradation, oral sex, rough fucking, dirty talk

Will I see you again? His words resonate against your brain over and over the next few weeks. You want to go back to him so bad it makes you feel stupid. He treats you with detachment, like you aren’t anything else but a test subject. And the idea that he might be fingering some more humans drives you insane. You know you have no reason to be jealous. You two are nothing, you aren’t even sure you can call it fuck buddies. You had amazing orgasms thanks to him, and that’s it. But he never tried to ask you out, or ask about you outside sex. You aren’t sure he even cares. You aren’t sure if he even has feelings at all.

But his question still haunts you every waking moment: Will I see you again?

And at night, you close your eyes and remember how amazing he felt, how fucking phenomenal his dick was, even if it was weird as fuck. You want to go see him, follow him around until he ties you down and fucks you dumb again. But you try not to. Well… More like you are so busy with your new job at the base that you can’t go get fucked. And it pains you. You want nothing else but to be submitted to him again, to be teased and probed and ending up so sated sexually that you can’t even think of touching yourself for days after. But you are busy.

It’s lunch time when you see him again. You finished your shift and are talking with an orange alien that works in the cubicle next to yours. You are commenting how the new update of the system and how it makes everything extra difficult for no reason, giggling at his foul words, when you feel someone tapping your shoulder. You turn around in time to see your alien (since when you started referring to him as yours?) looking angrily at you.

“What are-?” You don’t get to finish that sentence.

He grabs your arm and storms away with you. He pulls at your arm like something is on fire behind you and he needs to get you out of there, his face impassive, showing nothing. You try to ask what’s happening and why he’s taking you away from your food, but he doesn’t say anything at all. Dead silence. You are more than confused. He walks you to the apartments section of the station. He’s on the third floor, like all the doctors, and leads you to his door. He opens without a word and pushes you inside.

“What the fuck was that? Why are we here? What is wrong with you?” You ask in one breath, your heart beating fast and hard as you stare at him. His angry look mirrors yours, fuming as you look at each other. You hate that you want to kiss him more than anything.

But then he breathes in and out a couple times, his big inhuman eyes staring at you, head tilted like if he was confused, too. “I feel some type of way,” he says as if that’s all the explanation he needs.

You look at him like he’s kidding with you, what the fuck. “Can you elaborate?” You ask.

“You didn’t come to see me. And then you were talking to another alien and I.. I didn’t like, it’s like a burning sensation right here.” He motions his general chest area and you look at him perplexed. It couldn’t be… could it?

“Are you jealous?” You ask, a spark of hope burning bright inside of you as you curse yourself for being so stupid as to get your hopes up. He doesn’t feel jealous of you, he barely likes you, he only likes that you are human.

He looks at you, not understanding, and surprises you once more by asking: “What is jealous?”

You stare at him for a few seconds, completely blown away by his answer. “Jealousy is when someone feels anger when they see the object of their interest possibly being taken away. Or when you want something someone else has.” “So… are you jealous?”

He looks deep in thought for a beat, looking at the ceiling and then at you, and again. You don’t know what to say or what to do, so you just stare at him, cataloging his outfit, so different from his normal medical attire. He looks… normal. Dressed in a tunic-like shirt and long black pants. He looks delicious.

He cuts your thoughts when they are starting to get spicy. “Mmmm, I might be feeling that.” You stare at him again, this time open mouthed and surprised about it. Is he for real? Is he jealous because you were talking to someone else? That can’t be right.

You want to ask so many more things, but your own jealousy gets the best of you. “Have you fucked other humans?”

He doesn’t even flinch. “With my fingers, yes. But not in a while, you are very… interesting.” He says it in a way that makes you feel like an object, like a bug under his microscope. Worst part of it it’s that you like it, it turns you on. And the realization that comes with it, the fact that he hasn’t fucked other humans since you… that awakes something inside of you that shouldn’t be awakened, you don’t need to develop feelings for this asshole alien. It’s not wise… But you aren’t sure you can stop yourself from it.

You try to stop your heart from getting out of your chest by asking: “Not with your peen?” You try not to sound needy, but as always with him, you fail. He looks confused at your wording so you signal his dick area, trying to explain yourself just like that. “With your…” You want to know you are the only one. That there’s something special in you and that he likes you. Rally likes you. You crave it.

“Oh! No. Not with that.” You hate yourself for the spark of hope that ignites inside of you.

The rational part of your brain keeps chanting you are wrong. He doesn’t feel anything. He doesn’t want anything to do with you. He has a human kink and you are an available human, that’s all. You try to tell yourself all of that over and over, but it’s not working.

And when your tactics don’t work, you have to escape the situation. “Okaaaaay… Can I leave now?” You ask, trying to get to the door. But he stops you with a hand on your arm.

“You have plans with other male?” He sounds angry when he asks, like he’s about to stop you forcefully if you say yes.

You are tempted to do so, but at the end you say: “I- What? No! I just want to go rest in my own apartment.” Which is halfway true, you just want to go wallow in your own misery alone.

But he surprises you once again. “No.” He pulls at your arm, taking you back to the living room.

“No?” You ask, completely surprised, what the fuck?

“No,” he repeats. “You are going to stay here and I’m going to use your body. And you are going to let me, aren’t you? You want to come around my alien dick again.” You are about to say no just to piss him off when his big hand closes around your cheeks so hard he puckers your lips. “I know you do, don’t even try to deny it.” You stare up at him, feeling like you are being reprimanded for something you didn’t even do.

He pushes you to the sofa, manhandling you until you are kneeling on the cushions, and you realize a bit too late what that means. While he was moving you around with one hand, he was taking his cock out with the other and your face is right in front of his erection. “Suck,” he orders. The tentacles at his tip are moving already, like they are reaching for you, and you are a bit more than curious to know how that would feel inside your mouth.

But above all, you are a little shit. “What are you…?” You ask, equal parts annoyed and excited.

“Suck,” he cuts you, pushing his dick right in your open mouth. You want to pull away, but the part of you that’s addicted to the feel of him starts sucking at the tip like your life depends on it. You hate how much of a whore you are for him, but the wetness in your panties says otherwise. “Just like that, such a good little human whore.” You feel your face flushing at his words.

He enters your mouth slowly, letting you accommodate his size and weird anatomy, the ridges caressing your tongue. You can feel the little tentacles trying to grab onto your cheeks, exploring your mouth. By the time he hits the back of your throat, you are dripping wet and looking up at him with tears in your eyes. He’s looking at you with his full attention, like you are a marvel that would disappear if he stops looking.

“I like human mouths, it’s like you have another pussy for me to fuck,” he deadpans. You would have giggled if your mouth wasn’t filled to the brim at the moment. He moves his hips experimentally and hums in pleasure. You suck with intent, making him lose control for a second and push harder against your throat, making you gag a little. He smirks at that, he knows ful well you like the rough treatment. “You are so good at this, I bet you liked human dick as much as you like aliens dick, didn’t you? No, let me correct that: you like my dick over any other dick you had, that’s why you keep coming here, don’t you, human whore?” You want to tell him it was his fault this time, you didn’t reach for him, he took you away, but you can’t. He fucks in and out in a slow pace and keeps talking. “You like being an alien toy, you like to let me play with your body like you are nothing else but an experiment, a pretty human experiment that likes alien sex a bit too much… Such a whore.”

He fucks your mouth like you are just a toy for his pleasure, and when you try to reach down and touch yourself, he growls and pulls on your hair, his fingers so long you can feel them holding the back of your neck. That’s a no, then. You bring your hands to his hips, squeezing when he gets a bit too rough. He always slows down, making your pussy pulsate. His in-humanness makes you hot in ways you still can’t comprehend fully, but the mix of his long fingers guiding your movements and the weird protrusions in the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat are driving you insane.

You are using your best skills trying to make him come as soon as possible when he interrupts you. “Enough. Lay down, I want to be inside your pussy again.” You obey instantly and he chuckles. “Good whore.” He crawls to you like you are his prey, and something inside of you sends a spark of arousal that almost blinds you for a second.

He probes your hole with his fingers, fucking in and out a couple times before he deems you good enough, and pushes your legs back, your knees to your ears as he positions his body over yours, his dick resting at your entrance as he rubs up and down.

“Please, please, please…” You beg him to enter you already, but he just laughs cruelly and grinds his dick against your wetness until you are scratching his back in anticipation and pent up frustration.

When he pushes his dick inside of you, you see the whole galaxy behind your eyelids. He doesn’t let you accommodate this time, fucking you like a madman in less than a blink. His soul-less eyes are staring into yours like he can see something you don’t, and you have to close your eyes to avoid whatever that makes you feel, not ready to name it. You focus on the sensations, his ridges rubbing your G-spot, the weird tendrils caressing your cervix in a way you didn’t know you even liked… You can’t believe he never fucked a human before, there’s no way he can fuck you so well without practice. But you push that thought away, too.

He’s in the middle of hitting your G-spot repeatedly and you are about to come when he tells you in his normal tone: “I need you to do that thing again.” The fact that he doesn’t seem affected by your vigorous fucking is a bit insulting, but his words are too confusing for you to focus on that.

You open your eyes and stare at him. “Wha- what thing?” You ask between pants, your breath labored as he fucks you intensely.

He thinks about it for a second, stopping completely as you try to move your hips to get him going again, without any luck. After a couple seconds that feel like an eternity, he says: “Squirtle.” You almost broke down laughing, but the tendrils inside of you keep moving and making you want to come so bad you would start crying if he doesn’t start fucking you again soon.

“Squirtle?” You look at him confused, your voice breaking with a moan when he rolls his hips and presses against your G-spot. And then it hits you. “Oh! You mean squirting?” Having a conversation about human vocabulary in the middle of fucking wasn’t on your expected activities of the day. But fucking him wasn’t in it either and there you are, legs up your ears and his dick hitting deep inside.

He starts moving again, his body pressing down harder. You thank whoever made you start stretching every day before bed. “Yes. I want you to make a mess.” His words are accompanied by an increase of pace, making your eyes roll back into your head as you cry out. “Do it,” he orders, fucking you like a madman, like going faster and harder is going to make you squirt instantly.

“I- I can’t… I can’t do it on command,” you are breathless as you answer him.

He rubs your clit with one long finger and your body starts convulsing under him as you have an orgasm that leaves you wanting more, a new hunger awoken. It’s like he’s training your body to his needs, fucking you senseless until you are nothing else but a body craving orgasms, barely a woman anymore, just an alien toy for him to use… And you don’t hate it. Not at all. You love it.

He doesn’t stop but keeps talking, like you are in the middle of the cafeteria and not being fucked within an inch of your life. “How do I do it? How do I get you to… squirt.” In other circumstances, him asking would be cute, but in that moment, being oversensitive and raw, you can only moan. “Answer me, human,” his rough tone only makes your pussy wetter, gushing sounds resonating against the walls as he keeps fucking you senseless.

“I don’t know,” you let out between moans. He chooses that moment to tilt your hips a tiny fraction that makes you see stars and start chanting: “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

He makes you come three more times. But he doesn’t stop. He keeps trying and trying, changing positions and intensities, playing with your asshole with his fingers, and pinching your nipples. He tries a lot of things, but he doesn’t get you to squirt again. You can feel the frustration in him, his thrusts getting rougher and wilder, making you come once again before you ask him to have mercy. He pushes a couple more times before releasing inside of you, the frown on his face making him look sated but disappointed. He walks to the bathroom and brings back a warm towel.

You are on your back as he cleans you softly when he orders: “You will come here tomorrow and I will make you… squirt.” He seems determined, and if you had any kind of strength left in you, you would laugh at him.

But you, being the masochist you are, instead say: “Most human men never learn how to do it, what makes you so sure you can do it again?” You know he can do it, he did it once and he would do it again if you let him try harder, but you want to tease, you want to be a bit of a brat.

He looks at you dead in the eye and without preamble he deadpans: “I’m going to tie you up and make you squirt until I decipher how it works. You are the first human who does that, I didn’t know that human females could do that. I need more information, and you are going to give it to me.” His tone leaves no room for discussion, and you have to bite your tongue to avoid groaning out loud. Him treating you like that it’s such a turn on that even after the raw fucking he just gave you, you want to do it all over again. You say nothing as he finishes cleaning you both and he brings you your clothes. “Will see you tomorrow, human.” He walks you to the door, his extra big hand in your lower back, making you feel all kinds of fuzzy inside.

“O- okay,” you stutter, not wanting to look back, scared that you’d say something stupid like ‘let me stay with you’.

Once again, you leave him with a tender pussy and plans to come back to him. You hate yourself a tiny bit, but the fact that he was jealous sparks a hope inside of you that you fear would be your undoing.

But you’ll be coming back tomorrow for more.