Fight, Flight, or Gut You Like A Fish?

AWOOGA!!! (male ver.)

>WARNING<

For those of who who don't know this is a smut chapter, if you still don't know what that means... why are you here?
Anyways enjoy this lovely horny peice of smut I've cooked up. :)
Again this is male Y/N

Types of smut- Belly buldge, size difference, mlm, alien/monster, creampie, multiple orgasms, slight praise, horny, cussing

》 Male Y/N pov《

'Holy fuck!'

That was the best goddamned wet dream I've ever had! Sure the plot could use some work, but sheesh. 

My body still feels warm as I wake up, though my neck and belly feel cooler. As if what was keeping them warm is no longer there. As my eyes open Veta's chest is right in my face, radiating heat. On instinct, and lack of clear thought, I push the rest of my body up against his… until I remember what my dream was about.

"Y/N? What's wrong?" Veta places a hand atop my head.

"You're warm." I try to distract myself with his heat. But I distinctly remember there being three aliens in this nest. "Where are the others."

"I had to remove them." Veta chuckles as I rub sleep from my eyes.

"Remove them? What do you mean?" I look up at Veta to see his cheeks darken a slight shade.

"You are quite reactive in your sleep, Bahtoh and Ayull wanted to wake you. But you needed the rest, so I told them to work out their frustrations somewhere else." Veta averts his eyes, still cradling my head with his hand.

'The hell is that supposed to mean!?'

'Oh shit.'

I can feel the heat run up my face in a burning blush. My own eyes avoid Veta. As flashes of my dreams flood my mind. 

"How much did you hear?" I press my face further against Veta's chest.

"I'd rather not say." But little does Veta know how much I want these answers.

I get up and stand over Veta by planting a foot on either side of his waist, I place my hands on my hips and stare down at him. The position gives me a boost of confidence, when in reality he could throw me across the room.

"Veta, tell me, please?" I try to stay assertive as I demand answers.

For a moment all he does is stare up at me. His orange eyes roaming my body, just like in my dream right before he- 

'Snap out of it! Last thing you want is to get hard right now!' 

"Fine." Veta huffs, "you moaned and… talked. But most of all we could smell your lust." 

Without thinking, again, I simply sit. Right on top of Veta.

"Well, that's embarrassing."

My only response is a grunt from my landing. On reflex Veta put his hands on my thighs, his warm hands sending a shiver through my body. One that doesn't go unnoticed by my nether regions.

'Shit! Still sensitive!'

"If it's any consolation; you smelt quite nice." Veta closes his eyes, probably trying to collect himself. "What caused such a dream?"

"Uh-" my face feels like it's on fire! I can't tell him! But I should, fuck it! "Well, it was a dream about… you guys." 

Veta shoots up in surprise, nearly shoving me off his lap. His hands grasp at my shoulders as he pulls me close, my face only inches away from his. Despite what his diet, and anatomy, suggest Veta's breath is nice and minty.