Go Get Him, Tiger 2/?
Title: Go Get Him, Tiger 2/?
Pairing: Taehyung/Yoongi/Jungkook, Seokjin/Jimin/Namjoon/Hobi (BTS)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I haven't yet decided if I'm still borrowing these guys or if they own my soul yet. I mean, who am I kidding, really? Especially Yoongi. He can own me whenever he wants even if I can't own him or his members.
Genre: catboy!Yoongi, catboy!Namjoon, catboy!Hobi
Warning: praise kink, muscle kink, a fair bit of dom/sub elements, and toys. lots of sappy fluff too.
Summary: Min Yoongi has a new owner. His new owner has a boyfriend. Between them and with them, Yoongi feels like he's losing himself. And Jungkook isn't too sure what to do with Yoongi even if Taehyung has already decided. Maybe together they can heal, grow, and fall in love.
Part 2:
Yoongi woke up surrounded by night. It took him a moment to remember that he was no longer in a cage, that the softness under his body wasn’t because he’d passed out on a bed or a couch after a violent fuck, and that the smells surrounding him meant he was safe and not in any danger.
He smiled. Slow at first and then wide enough that anyone looking could have seen his sharp teeth.
He was warm, soft, and comfortable. Nothing like he was used to. Maybe this was a dream?
Welp, better enjoy it while it lasts.
Yoongi stretched, arms over his head first and then over the side of the chair. He slid to the floor and sat for a moment before laying flat on his back, arms stretched along the wood floor, toes pointed. Increasing the force of his heels, he lifted up from the floor in a shallow arch that stretched his stomach and thighs, and then he rolled onto his hands and knees and reached forward as far as he could, claws catching on the throw rug. He rolled his shoulders and curled his spine, chest brushing the floor before pushing back up. With his tail parallel to the floor, he arched his back the other way, hearing a few pops in his spine. He lifted both legs, one at a time, straight behind himself, lifting them and behind his knee until the stretch became too much, and then he sat on the floor, reaching high and twisting to the side. With his legs spread as wide as he could, he leaned forward, almost flat on the floor.
It felt good to have room to do that, so he kept doing it, stretching out kinks in his knees and shoulders and tail. He rolled onto his back, limbs in the air and just laid there for a while as gravity pulled at his muscles, spinning his wrists and ankles.
And then he stood up to keep stretching, twists and arm reaches and hands to the floor (or almost). He wasn’t as limber as he used to be, but he had been laying in a cage for the better part of a decade.
After stretching, it was almost hard to move since his muscles weren’t used to it, but he had to use the bathroom.
Taking a few deep breaths, he turned in a slow circle. Only a bit of city light seeped from around the curtains that covered the two windows. He didn’t need the light to see. Everything appeared vibrantly clear in an intense mix of grays and blues and whites.
His ears swiveled toward a snuffling sound.
Sleeping. Jungkook.
And he cocked his head, ears twisting to pick up the faint sounds of breathing. Yep, two separate breathing patterns. Taehyung had spent the night. Yoongi wondered if they’d done anything before sleeping. Maybe that interrupted blowjob. It was very easy to imagine.
With silent steps, Yoongi walked to the wall that separated the bed from the rest of the room. He peered around it first and blinked a couple times. It was darker in this little corner with very little of the light shining through. It took a moment to distinguish between skin and blankets.
Taehyung was wrapped up around Jungkook’s body, his arm around a bare stomach and his face pressed against a muscled chest. The shadows deepened Jungkook’s muscles and Yoongi licked his lips. God, Jungkook had a really nice body. Both of them had their legs tangled in the sheets with enough skin showing that Yoongi was sure that Jungkook was naked. One of Taehyung’s feet hung over the edge of the bed. Yoongi knew it was Taehyung’s based on the silver ring around one toe and the silver anklet that caught the light and sparkled where it hung around his dark skin.
Yoongi stared for a long time before he let a stray thought make sense. He wanted to curl up with them too. Between them. He wanted to be warm and ... and accepted.
But that probably would never happen. Even if he wanted to do it, be used and be of service. Jungkook was his owner, it’s what he was supposed to do. Taehyung was going to treat him like a normal person, like a human that had rights and feelings. And Jungkook would follow his boyfriend’s example.
Yoongi doubted that either of them would listen to him when he tried to explain how important it was for a pet to make their master happy in whatever form that meant. Yoongi had spent the last eight years shutting that voice up because Hyunjoong was an abusive asshole. He still made Hyunjoong happy though, by submitting to him, letting the bastard tie him up and break him down. But even the abuse never stopped him from curling up around Hyunjoong’s body on those rare days when the asshole fell asleep for a moment after sex. Those were brief moments where he felt like a proper pet. The way it should be, without the abuse, without the pain, without the loneliness.
Biting on his fist to keep from making noise, Yoongi hurried past the bed to the door that led to the small bathroom. There was a high window in the bathroom, so he didn’t need to turn on a light to see.
Another square box of a room. Toilet and sink across from each other. Shower on the far wall. Just a couple towels on the rack, a plain shower curtain, things on the sink like lotion and cologne. It was really small, but surprisingly it had a bathtub. Jungkook definitely would not have fit inside of it, but it was a perfect size for Yoongi.
Everything smelled like Jungkook. The clean smell was really strong and he sniffed it out to Jungkook’s body wash. A neutral scent of just plain soap. And then his cologne, a light forest-y scent that reminded him of the one time he’d lived with a family near a park. He’d gotten a few deep inhales of the trees when the wind blew in the right direction toward the closet-room they had kept him in.
God, it smelled so good and Yoongi wanted to roll around in it and yowl like he was in heat. Fuck. And he wanted Jungkook to let him, to be happy with his body and touch him and play with him.
But bathroom. Right. He swallowed down the heartache the best he could, felt it settle just below his ribs and fester. With each breath, it crawled back up his throat, making it hard to breathe, and then his eyes stung, and it was hard to see, but he wasn’t going to cry. He wasn’t. Not over this, especially not over this that was so much better than anything he’d had in his life before.
He didn’t cry over Hyunjoong being a the worst of all his masters, and he wouldn’t cry over what he didn’t have with Jungkook either. It was the same thing. The same thing. Except the neglect was more bearable here because it was warm and he had a bit of freedom to move around. That was the only difference. He was free here. In the pet store, the only comfort he had were metal wires that gave him a feeling of security.
King of like a tiny dark bathroom in the middle of the night.
Sinking down the wall, Yoongi sat in the dark with his arms around his knees and tried to convince himself that it didn’t hurt anymore. That it would never hurt, that he was still alone with no one to hold him. Curled up in a ball on the cool tile bathroom floor almost felt like he was back in his cage where feelings meant anger. And anger was easier to deal with than despair.
>(^o^)<
Tuesday ...
Jungkook woke up to a soft touch on his stomach, eyes blinking open to the pretty, pretty face of his best friend. He lifted a hand to run through Taehyung’s messy hair, holding the back of his head and pulling him in close for a kiss.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Taehyung whispered.
Jungkook smiled. “That’s your title, love.”
“Hm, maybe one we should share. I’ve always thought you were so beautiful. Well, except when you were fifteen and you were a gangly awkward troll with too big of shoulders and a--”
“Yah! Shut up,” Jungkook muttered and helped him along with another kiss.
Taehyung laughed against his lips. “I love you.”
Jungkook’s smile ruined their kiss, but made everything else glow with warmth. “I love you, too.”
“Come on, get up. You have a cat to take care of, remember?”
“Fuck.”
Taehyung chuckled, pressed one more peck to his lips, and rolled to the other side of the bed to stand up. He was wearing one of Jungkook’s white T-shirts, big on Jungkook meant almost swamping Taehyung’s smaller frame. He slipped on his own pants before throwing one more smile to Jungkook and walking into the main room.
Taehyung said good morning to Suga.
Jungkook sighed, starting at his ceiling for a moment. He was a little embarrassed that he’d forgotten about Suga again. He hadn’t even thought of Suga last night when Taehyung had put his mouth to him and given him that interrupted blowjob or when he’d just let himself fall asleep afterward, completely naked.
And now he had to walk out there, to someone new, something different.
At least his pajama pants were close to the edge of the bed and this little reminder had been the fastest morning-wood solution. Not the best solution because usually Taehyung would do more than kiss him awake.
“Yah! Jungkookie, wake up!”
“I’m awake,” Jungkook said and sat up. He pulled his sweats close with his feet and tugged them on as he stood up. He took a detour to the bathroom first and splashed water on his face to wake himself up, and just for punishment, he used cold water.
When he got into the kitchen, Taehyung already had tea and there was coffee brewing and an extra person sitting at his table.
“Morning,” Jungkook said and stumbled into the kitchen. There was no reason for him to be in the kitchen yet. Except that he did not want to sit at the table. So he opened the fridge, leaned in to look for something to take up his time, and retreated with a peach, a bowl of strawberries that he was sure he hadn’t purchased, and some grapes. He rinsed the fruit off in the sink before starting to cut them up.
An equally irritated and fond noise came from behind Jungkook, and a moment later, hands landed on his waist, yanked his sweats up, wrapped around his front, and tugged at the drawstrings of his pants.
“You’re about to lose your clothes, babe,” Taehyung said, “and Suga has been looking just a bit too interested in that.”
“Not my fault that he’s gorgeous,” Suga mumbled.
Taehyung laughed. A soft, addicting sound, a bit too close to Jungkook’s earlobe. With a kiss on his neck, Taehyung’s warmth moved away and Jungkook breathed in deeply, stuttering through the exhale.
“He is amazing,” Taehyung said. “He says he doesn’t workout much, but that’s a lie. If he’s not in school or at work, then he’s at the gym. Getting you yesterday meant that he skipped leg day. Shame on you, Jungkookie.”
Suga chuckled. “He didn’t introduce himself until after you were here, so I called him Muscles in my head.”
“Sounds like him to forget something so important.”
“Something else so important.”
“Right? Dear God, and people call me flighty. Jungkook usually has a one track mind. But he focuses so much on one thing to get good at it, that I can’t really complain, if you know what I mean.”
Even without turning around, Jungkook knew that Taehyung was winking at Suga in a very not-innocent sort of way. Jungkook grumbled under his breath and then smiled softly when it made Taehyung laugh. God, Jungkook loved him so much.
“So, Suga, how old are you?”
“Twenty-five.”
“Ah, a few years older than us. I guess we’ll call you hyung.”
Suga snorted. “Yeah, no. That’s weird.”
“It isn’t weird,” Taehyung insisted. “You’re older than us, Suga-hyung.”
“But I’m--”
“I know you’re a hybrid. I can see the ears and tail. But that doesn’t make you a second class citizen. Not in my eyes. So I’m going to call you hyung.”
“But--”
“Better just let him do what he wants,” Jungkook said, finally coming to the table with a bowl of fruit. It took too long to calm himself down, to be sure he wasn’t sporting a partial erection when he went to the table. “He’s stubborn like that. Here, have some fruit.
Jungkook settled it in the middle of the table and then went to the coffee machine to get coffee. “Do you want some coffee, Suga?”
“I can have some?”
The surprise in his voice made Jungkook turn to look at him. He was sitting up straight, a piece of fruit in his hands, ears pointed up and his eyes wide.
Jungkook smiled. “Of course you can.”
Suga looked away with a blush.
He poured two cups and brought over milk and sugar to doctor his cup. Suga drank it black, causing both of them to wince. But Suga sighed in contentment and a moment later, he was purring.
Taehyung laughed. “Oh god, you purr at coffee.”
“Good coffee,” Suga corrected. The purring cut off though and his cheeks went a little pink.
Chuckling, Taehyung sipped at his tea. “You have a bit of an accent. I can’t quite place it.”
“I was born in Daegu.”
Taehyung shouted in surprise. “Me too! Oh my god.” And they fell into a few moments of satoori that Jungkook couldn’t understand.
“I don’t really remember a lot,” Suga said. “I was only there until I was ten, when I was old enough to be sold to a pet store.”
“A slave trader,” Taehyung corrected.
“Yeah, well, I had a couple of owners after that before I ended up at Hyunjoong’s pet shop, but I’d rather not talk about it.”
“Of course not. I am part of an organization that is fighting for the rights of hybrids, you know. I’m compiling stories. So when you feel more comfortable, I would like to hear yours.”
Suga did not reply.
“Anyway, Jungkook-love, I have to get to the shop to open today, so I need to go. I wasn’t planning on staying the night.”
“Still happy you did.”
“You always are.”
They smiled at each other before Taehyung draped himself over Jungkook’s back and kissed his bare neck and shoulders. It made Jungkook blush, remembering Suga, and then fingers dug into his sides and he yelped, knocking into the table. Taehyung danced away from him, but Jungkook hadn’t ever let his best friend get away with that, so he was up out of his chair and had him pinned against the wall by the door before Taehyung managed to slip his sandals on. He dug his fingers into Taehyung’s side, both laughing and making more noise than necessary, and they both fell to the ground, only Jungkook’s quick arm around his back prevented a serious injury.
Jungkook only relented when Taehyung couldn’t breathe and his pleas for him to stop were high pitched. And then he went for a kiss. A different ending to their scuffles than when they were teenagers.
Almost immediately, Taehyung relaxed underneath him, arms sneaking around his neck and his legs wrapping around Jungkook’s waist. His yelps and laughter morphed into whines and moans.
“Give up?” Jungkook whispered.
Taehyung’s smile blinded him. “If I say no, do I get more kisses?”
“Brat,” Jungkook said and pressed a peck to his cheek and then moved lower to his jaw.
“Work. Have to work, Jungkook-ie.”
“Hm, I know. I’ll see you later?”
“Yeah. Look after your cat.”
Fuck. Right, the cat.
Taehyung smiled, just like he knew. He probably did. Taehyung had always known him the best.
“Come on, get up. I’ll text you later, okay?”
Jungkook smiled and rose. He held out his hands to pull Taehyung up to his feet and didn’t even try to stop him when he went for more kisses. It had always been hard to stop kissing him after that first kiss only a few months ago.
Jungkook sighed. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. Don’t be late to class.”
“I won’t.”
Their last kiss lingered a little bit, but Jungkook finally let him go, feeling the small ache in his heart when Taehyung left and the door shut behind. That was how he knew that he had feelings that weren’t just friendly anymore, when it hurt so much to see him leave.
When he turned around back to the rest of the apartment, he couldn’t see Suga anywhere.
“Suga?” Jungkook called. More like half whispered. It felt weird to hear his own voice echo in his apartment when he wasn’t singing. He tried again, but the cat did not reappear. With a sigh, he went to his closet to change into some running clothes. He had missed leg day and that meant an extra mile on his run.
>(^o^)<
Yoongi was up against the entertainment unit, between it and the small bookshelf, pressed up against the wall, with the blanket over his body. The hiding space was good enough for now, but probably wouldn’t stay that way if Jungkook really wanted to look for him. He had been hidden from view by the couch when Jungkook was in the kitchen. But if he’d bothered to look around when he left, he would have spotted Yoongi easily.
But all Yoongi got as Jungkook put on some trainers was, “I’m going out for a run. I’ll be back in an hour or so.”
Yoongi curled up in a ball, arms around his knees and sighed. This wasn’t going to work. He wasn’t going to stay here if ... if what? If Jungkook didn’t treat him like a cat?
It seemed petty and a bit ridiculous considering that Taehyung thought he had the same rights as humans, and that’s what he’d always wanted, to be treated like an actually breathing exiting person and not like something that was only good for sex and beatings. But that wasn’t what he wanted. Not completely.
Neither of them would ever treat him like the cat he was. He wasn’t asking to be beaten and abused like hybrids were. Not anymore. But it went deeper than that. He didn’t even need sex. Like not really. Sex and affection were separate things. Yoongi knew that.
But when all you got was sex, it was easy to delude yourself into thinking it was affection.
Would Jungkook and Taehyung give him affection, then? Since sex was out of the equation? Would they pet him, groom him, let him lay in their laps and sleep? Would Taehyung see that as treating him like a second-class citizen even if he wanted that?
A cat without affection was not a happy cat.
Maybe ... maybe Yoongi didn’t deserve to be happy. Not in this dream-life anyway. He’d done so many awful things before that in this dream-like home he was destined to be alone.
Everything was so different. He could move around, sleep on a soft surface, actually stand up and eat when he wanted to. Why wasn’t that enough? After all he’d been through, it should have been enough. Was it something fucked up in his DNA that craved their touches? Part of what made him different than a human?
It hadn’t even been a whole day yet and the lack of physical contact made his skin itch. A nice long scratching from Taehyung’s pretty hands sounded marvelous. Would Taehyung to that for him even if it’s because he wanted it because he’s a hybrid?
Pouting, he dragged the blanket back to the couch and stood in the middle of the room and turned in a circle. Why wasn’t this enough?
Yoongi wandered around again, taking in the entire bedroom area now that it was light out. One entire wall was a closet with built-in shelves that were packed with jeans and folded sweaters and T-shirts. One the opposite wall were shelves of manga. The bed filled up most of the rest of the space. A queen-size mattress on a simple box stand. Or not so simple. The bottom of the bed had drawers for more storage, and Yoongi found Jungkook’s supply of boxers, socks and ... well, interesting. A couple of sex toys and lube.
He could tell that Jungkook and Taehyung were still new in their relationship and he’s pretty sure they hadn’t fucked yet, let alone graduated to using toys. Did Jungkook use these on himself then?
It was so easy to picture, Jungkook’s strong body, legs spread wide, thighs tense as he worked that blue dildo in and out of his body. It wasn’t very long, only about fifteen centimeters and only about three fingers thick. Definitely one for teasing pleasure rather than to really feel full and fucked. No, that was the job of the buttplug that look almost too big to fit into Jungkook’s body. The wide bulb was a good seven centimeters across.
Did Jungkook use the dildo first and then the plug to tease himself to the edge? How long did he leave the toy in and his cock ringed up denying himself an orgasm before ripping it off? How much did he come at once? And god, did he walk around with it inside him? Maybe go to class with it?
Yoongi ran his finger down the length of the dildo. He kind of wanted to use it. It’d been a long time since he’d had an orgasm that wasn’t forced out of him. But that was probably a big, giant, huge, bad, bad, bad idea. Especially if Jungkook came back from his run early. And what if Jungkook got upset and kicked him out? It was better to fantasize than to risk that.
But ... well, there was a sweater on the end of the bed. It looked like the one Jungkook had been wearing the day before.
Yoongi closed the sex toy drawer and pulled the sweater to his face, breathing in real deep the scent of Jungkook and cologne. His head went light and his sudden moan echoed around him.
Without really thinking about it, Yoongi pulled the sweater over his head. He was swimming in it, with the sleeves covering his hands and the bottom hem falling completely over his ass. But it was warm, and it smelled so good. He buried his face in it.
He felt ... high ... almost. Definitely lightheaded, and so turned on. His shorts were tented and a single tug of his hand had his cock falling free and brushing up against the soft inside of the sweater. He moaned again and fought the urge to grip the sweater around his dick. He managed that, but failed with everything else and found himself leaning over the bed, chest and face pressed into the blanket that smelled like a mixture of woods and flowers.
God, fuck, it was good, and his hips were moving, sliding his dick against the side of the bed, rutting up against it with that smell in his nose. He knew he was moaning and tried to bury the noises into the blanket. He drooled everywhere, unable to close his mouth as pleasure crawled up his spine. His ears were flat, his tail waving in time to his thrusts, and his cock hurt so much because everything felt so good.
The sweater was so soft against his skin, the bed was a firm place to thrust, and he whined when he thought of the toys, when he thought of doing this to himself with that plug inside him. Or the dildo. Or of Jungkook fucking him with the dildo before teasing him enough that he’d be ready for his dick. Of Jungkook gripping his hips. Of Jungkook sliding his dick along his crack. Of Jungkook making his body stretch open to accommodate his cock.
With a yowl, Yoongi was coming, pulsing out his release on the inside of the sweater and on the side of the bed. He felt clumps of it smear on his thighs and down his legs. Panting, breathing, dying. His heart hurt. His ears were clouded with pain.
Fuck. This is so bad.
Now he had a mess all inside Jungkook’s sweater with no way to clean it and no way to really even hide it. He’d made a mess of everything just for a few fleeting moments of pleasure because Jungkook and TAehyung smelled good.
They weren’t going to want him now, not when he just did something ... disgusting in Jungkook’s sweater. He was going to get kicked out and sent to Hybrid Services before lunch. They were going to follow up on the euthanize order that Hyunjoong had saved him from.
Yoongi pulled the sweater off, not caring where it landed and with his eyes blurry with tears, he went back to the slightly hidden corner, curled up in the blanket and tried not to cling to any bit of hope. Hope that he did not deserve.
>(^o^)<
Jungkook felt gross. And it was only partially because of the sweat sticking his T-shirt to his body and the feeling of it running down the back of his legs.
The rest of it came from the series of dick and cat emojis that Seokjin-hyung sent to him, which meant that Taehyung had tattled on him about buying Suga.
Seokjin-hyung was kidding. Well, at least Jungkook thought he was. Seokjin-hyung was never quiet when it came to the things that he and his cat got up to. And the things that he and his boyfriend Jimin got up to. And the things that he and his boyfriend’s cat got up to. And all the variations.
Seokjin-hyung and Jimin-hyung were only a piece of paper away from saying they were husbands, something not quite legal in Korea yet. They dated, they moved in together, they bought matching rings. And they got pets together, the final step. They had found Namjoon and Hobi at a Hybrid Services shelter. Their previous owners had abandoned them because they were no longer small and cute. They were both taller than Jungkook, and Hobi absolutely dwarfed Jimin.
But JinJim did not care. The two cats were gorgeous and they had both wanted one, despite Taehyung-ie crying foul about rights and injustices. As they both said, over and over again, they gave their cats exactly what the cats wanted.
What did Suga want?
Jungkook had no idea. Which meant he had to talk to the cat. Which meant he had to ... well, talk to the cat.
But he was going to take a shower first.
A subtle movement caught his eye and he turned, spotting Suga’s white tail amidst the green blanket balled up in between his entertainment unit and bookshelf.
Was Suga asleep?
He really needed to find out Suga’s real name.
He said nothing just in case Suga was asleep (he didn't’ want to wake him) and went to his room with a sigh. He stripped off his shirt first and then pushed his pants down before glancing around to make sure Suga wasn’t watching. He’d just slip into the bathroom really fast, before Suga got up to talk to him. If he would.
He gathered up his sweat-soaked clothes and the sweater he’d worn yesterday and put them in his hamper. He pushed them down (he needed to do laundry) and his hand hit something wet and he made a face. What the fuck? He pulled out the sweater and it took him way too long to realize what was smeared all over it considering that he’d been licking his own come off Taehyung’s face just last night.
This wasn’t from that, or from Taehyung cleaning himself up. This was fresh.
He sucked in a sharp breath. Had Suga ... it’s not like it could have been anyone else. But why? And why ... with Jungkook’s clothes? And ...
Fuck.
His very helpful brain gave him an image of Suga on his back, or on his knees, with his white tail swaying behind him as he stroked himself off and into Jungkook’s sweater. Pale skin, quiet meows or whimpers or moans, and--
Jungkook cut off that thought as fast as he could. But it wasn’t fast enough and he pictured sliding his fingers into Suga’s tight body and sliding his tongue along sweet-sweaty skin.
You bastard, came Taehyung’s voice in his head, and it was less for thinking of someone else in bed and more because it was a hybrid who didn’t have the right to say no. A very pretty cat that he wasn’t going to touch because that is not why he bought him. He did not buy him for sex.
Yep. Cold shower. Ice, ice cold. It helped. But barely.
Jungkook had no idea what to do.
He didn’t dare tell Taehyung about this. And when he texted Seokjin-hyung what he should talk to Suga about (without mentioning The Incident), Seokjin-hyung’s return text of a mouth, a tongue, water drops, and a banana was not helpful. Neither was Jimin’s that said, “For all that is holy, just fuck him or talk to him!”
But Jimin was right. He had to talk to him.
So he sat on the couch, rubbed at his face for a moment and stared at the spot where Suga was still hiding.
“Suga, we need to talk.”
The bundle of green blanket went stiff and still for a moment, and then it slumped and shook. His tail waved in agitation.
“I’m not going to talk to you over there. Come here.”
It took a couple of long minutes before the blanket fell from atop Suga’s head. White ears drooping, he shuffled backwards, not turning to face Jungkook at all. When he drew even with the rug thrown in the middle of the floor, Jungkook figured that was good enough.
He didn’t know what to say. What to talk about first? The obvious thing or something different, and what was that something different? Fuck, he was so bad at this.
“I’m sorry,” Suga’s voice suddenly said in the silence. It was shaking and small. Nothing like the proud, sarcastic or humorous tone from before. “I’m sorry. I ... I ... Please don’t make me leave. Please. I won’t do it again. It was a mistake. I’m s-sorry. Please don’t take me to Hybrid Services, please. Not Hyunjoong. Not ... I’ll do anything, please.”
That Jungkook was not expecting. Of course he wouldn’t do that, why would Suga even think that?
Taehyung’s voice told him to put himself in Suga’s shoes (or paws) for a moment, uncertain if his new owner was upset, convinced that he’d done something wrong.
When Taehyung was upset, there was only one thing to do. He hoped doing the same with Suga was okay.
Jungkook fell to his knees, ignored Suga’s suddenly stiff body, and wrapped him up in a hug. Suga inhaled sharply and squirmed in his hold.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Jungkook said immediately, tucking Suga against his chest and under his chin despite Suga struggling. Though he wasn’t struggling very hard. He wasn’t even using claws. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I promise. I am not upset. Not even a little bit.”
Suga swallowed roughly as he stilled. His ears twitched and after a moment, his tail swayed. Just a slow swish that Jungkook had seen yesterday that he did when he was content.
“I’m not going to send you away,” Jungkook said. “I’m not going to take you to Hybrid Services.”
Almost unintentionally, Jungkook started rubbing Suga’s arm, still through the blanket, but a soft touch up and down with one hand and a tightening of his grip around Suga’s knees with the other.
“I didn’t buy you for sex,” Jungkook said. Probably not the best opening, but the truth. The truth was always good. “I bought you to get you out of that pet shop, that’s all. Anything else has to be talked about because this won’t be normal. Well, it will be normal for us. Taehyung will castrate me if I ever make you think that you have to have sex with me because I’m your owner. You don’t. Not ever.”
Suga shifted in his arms, and Jungkook smiled. He was relaxing.
“I know that,” Suga whispered. “I ... I just ... it was ...”
“You don’t need to explain,” Jungkook said quickly. “It’s a new environment for you, I get that. It’s new smells and new things and ... I don’t know. I'm talking out of my ass here, trying to remember what Taehyung had said to me about your first few days here. Taehyung told me to ask you what you want, because that’s what’s important. That’s what will shape our relationship. So what do you want?”
Suga tilted his head back, a smirk on his lips. “Hot sex.”
Jungkook froze, eyes going wide.
“I’m joking. Sheesh. Just ...” He pouted, and god, that was so cute, and Jungkook blinked and made himself freeze so he didn’t lean in to kiss that pretty pout.
Suga huffed and twisted back against him and into his arms. “I ... I just ... I’ve been fucked enough, I think. I don’t ... I just want ... this, you know. Just hugs and touches a-and ... affection.”
Even the tips of his ears went a little pink with his blush, and Jungkook smiled, turning his head to press his cheek to Suga’s. His ears twitched against Jungkook’s skin.
“Affection?”
“Yeah, just ... pet me, hold me ... I don’t know. I’ve never had to tell a master what I wanted before. They always just do what they want. This is embarrassing.”
Jungkook hummed. “Yeah, it is a bit. But more embarrassing was noticing that a certain drawer under my bed was partially open.”
Suga snorted. “Does Taehyung know you have those toys?”
“Taehyung gave me the plug last year.”
Suga let out a startled laugh and twisted around to stare at him with wide eyes. His ears were pointed up, his tail twisting behind him. His smirk was so wide that Jungkook could see his sharp teeth.
Jungkook felt himself blushing. “It was a birthday present, shut up.”
“I thought you two were a new couple?”
“We are, but we’ve been best friends since we were like ten.”
Suga shifted again, this time pushing Jungkook back so he was leaning against the couch and Suga was in his lap, legs spread over his thighs. The blanket had fallen off his shoulder, and Jungkook straightened it around him.
“Gotta buy you some clothes,” Jungkook muttered, tugging the shirt down to cover Suga’s waist.
Suga bit his lower lip and blushed again when he said, “Can I wear yours?”
Jungkook swallowed and nodded without even thinking.
It was quiet for a moment, Suga lifting his hands and then not touching Jungkook’s chest a couple of times before Jungkook smiled and took his wrists and put his hands on his body himself.
Suga stared at his own hands for a moment and then said, “Taehyung. Tell me more about how you got together.”
“Um, well, we were friends. We ... uh, we went to the same elementary, junior high and high school, and now we’re at different colleges, but that’s because he’s in environmental science and I’m studying music production and voice. It just kind of happened a couple of months ago. We hadn’t seen each other in almost three weeks, and that is unheard of, and he came over and we watched a movie.” Jungkook smiled and tilted his head back as he remembered. His breath hitched when Suga started rubbing his chest. “Taehyung kissed me, right in the middle of Iron Man. It wasn’t the first time he kissed me, but it felt different, and then he wouldn’t let me run away when I got scared of falling in love with my best friend, and now we’re ... we’re figuring things out.”
“You love him.”
“I do, but it’s weird because he loves me too, but we love each other as best friends, and now it’s ... something else.”
“He is so pretty.”
Jungkook laughed and looked down at him. “He really is. I’ve always thought so. I haven’t dated much, and most guys I ever dated I always compared to him anyway. No one was ever good enough for me according to him.”
“Will ... will he be mad?”
“About what?”
Suga lifted a hand from its delicate patterns of nothing just below Jungkook’s collarbone and waved between them. “This? Just ... if ... we--”
Jungkook smiled and suddenly moved forward, wrapping Suga in a hug. “Only if you don’t let him cuddle with you, too. Taehyung is so clingy. Even before ... it’s easy to understand how this relationship is easy for us. He’s really touchy and kissy and lovey-dovey. He was my first kiss, though he said it was just a best friend kiss and didn't count.”
“Seriously, how are you two not fucking?”
Jungkook cleared his throat. “We’re still ... testing things.”
“Don’t let me stop you from testing things.”
“Yah, shut up.”
Suga laughed and twisted in Jungkook’s lap again until he was more curled up on his side and Jungkook’s arms went around his body.
“Taehyung is definitely going to want to cuddle you until you get annoyed with him and push him away.”
“I doubt that. I ... I never ... I haven’t been hugged in a long time.”
Jungkook tightened his arms. “You can have a hug whenever you want one.”
“I’m really sorry about ... the mess,” he whispered.
“It’s okay. I’m not mad.”
“It’s just ... you smell really, really good. And Taehyung smells really, really good, and everything just smelled like both of you together and it was just--”
“Hush,” Jungkook said. “It’s fine. You don’t need to apologize. Next time just use a paper towel or something.”
Suga flushed pink again, and fuck, he was so fucking cute.
Jungkook tried to swallow past a tightening in his throat. He licked his lips. “Um, I’m starving. Should we go make some lunch?”
Suga hummed, but made no move to get up. He burrowed deeper against Jungkook’s shoulder and Jungkook held him just a little tighter, yelling at his horny libido to calm the fuck down.
>(^o^)<
Part 3: Spoil My Fun
Part 1: Taehyung Was Going To Kill Him
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Pairing: Taehyung/Yoongi/Jungkook, Seokjin/Jimin/Namjoon/Hobi (BTS)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I haven't yet decided if I'm still borrowing these guys or if they own my soul yet. I mean, who am I kidding, really? Especially Yoongi. He can own me whenever he wants even if I can't own him or his members.
Genre: catboy!Yoongi, catboy!Namjoon, catboy!Hobi
Warning: praise kink, muscle kink, a fair bit of dom/sub elements, and toys. lots of sappy fluff too.
Summary: Min Yoongi has a new owner. His new owner has a boyfriend. Between them and with them, Yoongi feels like he's losing himself. And Jungkook isn't too sure what to do with Yoongi even if Taehyung has already decided. Maybe together they can heal, grow, and fall in love.
Part 2:
Yoongi woke up surrounded by night. It took him a moment to remember that he was no longer in a cage, that the softness under his body wasn’t because he’d passed out on a bed or a couch after a violent fuck, and that the smells surrounding him meant he was safe and not in any danger.
He smiled. Slow at first and then wide enough that anyone looking could have seen his sharp teeth.
He was warm, soft, and comfortable. Nothing like he was used to. Maybe this was a dream?
Welp, better enjoy it while it lasts.
Yoongi stretched, arms over his head first and then over the side of the chair. He slid to the floor and sat for a moment before laying flat on his back, arms stretched along the wood floor, toes pointed. Increasing the force of his heels, he lifted up from the floor in a shallow arch that stretched his stomach and thighs, and then he rolled onto his hands and knees and reached forward as far as he could, claws catching on the throw rug. He rolled his shoulders and curled his spine, chest brushing the floor before pushing back up. With his tail parallel to the floor, he arched his back the other way, hearing a few pops in his spine. He lifted both legs, one at a time, straight behind himself, lifting them and behind his knee until the stretch became too much, and then he sat on the floor, reaching high and twisting to the side. With his legs spread as wide as he could, he leaned forward, almost flat on the floor.
It felt good to have room to do that, so he kept doing it, stretching out kinks in his knees and shoulders and tail. He rolled onto his back, limbs in the air and just laid there for a while as gravity pulled at his muscles, spinning his wrists and ankles.
And then he stood up to keep stretching, twists and arm reaches and hands to the floor (or almost). He wasn’t as limber as he used to be, but he had been laying in a cage for the better part of a decade.
After stretching, it was almost hard to move since his muscles weren’t used to it, but he had to use the bathroom.
Taking a few deep breaths, he turned in a slow circle. Only a bit of city light seeped from around the curtains that covered the two windows. He didn’t need the light to see. Everything appeared vibrantly clear in an intense mix of grays and blues and whites.
His ears swiveled toward a snuffling sound.
Sleeping. Jungkook.
And he cocked his head, ears twisting to pick up the faint sounds of breathing. Yep, two separate breathing patterns. Taehyung had spent the night. Yoongi wondered if they’d done anything before sleeping. Maybe that interrupted blowjob. It was very easy to imagine.
With silent steps, Yoongi walked to the wall that separated the bed from the rest of the room. He peered around it first and blinked a couple times. It was darker in this little corner with very little of the light shining through. It took a moment to distinguish between skin and blankets.
Taehyung was wrapped up around Jungkook’s body, his arm around a bare stomach and his face pressed against a muscled chest. The shadows deepened Jungkook’s muscles and Yoongi licked his lips. God, Jungkook had a really nice body. Both of them had their legs tangled in the sheets with enough skin showing that Yoongi was sure that Jungkook was naked. One of Taehyung’s feet hung over the edge of the bed. Yoongi knew it was Taehyung’s based on the silver ring around one toe and the silver anklet that caught the light and sparkled where it hung around his dark skin.
Yoongi stared for a long time before he let a stray thought make sense. He wanted to curl up with them too. Between them. He wanted to be warm and ... and accepted.
But that probably would never happen. Even if he wanted to do it, be used and be of service. Jungkook was his owner, it’s what he was supposed to do. Taehyung was going to treat him like a normal person, like a human that had rights and feelings. And Jungkook would follow his boyfriend’s example.
Yoongi doubted that either of them would listen to him when he tried to explain how important it was for a pet to make their master happy in whatever form that meant. Yoongi had spent the last eight years shutting that voice up because Hyunjoong was an abusive asshole. He still made Hyunjoong happy though, by submitting to him, letting the bastard tie him up and break him down. But even the abuse never stopped him from curling up around Hyunjoong’s body on those rare days when the asshole fell asleep for a moment after sex. Those were brief moments where he felt like a proper pet. The way it should be, without the abuse, without the pain, without the loneliness.
Biting on his fist to keep from making noise, Yoongi hurried past the bed to the door that led to the small bathroom. There was a high window in the bathroom, so he didn’t need to turn on a light to see.
Another square box of a room. Toilet and sink across from each other. Shower on the far wall. Just a couple towels on the rack, a plain shower curtain, things on the sink like lotion and cologne. It was really small, but surprisingly it had a bathtub. Jungkook definitely would not have fit inside of it, but it was a perfect size for Yoongi.
Everything smelled like Jungkook. The clean smell was really strong and he sniffed it out to Jungkook’s body wash. A neutral scent of just plain soap. And then his cologne, a light forest-y scent that reminded him of the one time he’d lived with a family near a park. He’d gotten a few deep inhales of the trees when the wind blew in the right direction toward the closet-room they had kept him in.
God, it smelled so good and Yoongi wanted to roll around in it and yowl like he was in heat. Fuck. And he wanted Jungkook to let him, to be happy with his body and touch him and play with him.
But bathroom. Right. He swallowed down the heartache the best he could, felt it settle just below his ribs and fester. With each breath, it crawled back up his throat, making it hard to breathe, and then his eyes stung, and it was hard to see, but he wasn’t going to cry. He wasn’t. Not over this, especially not over this that was so much better than anything he’d had in his life before.
He didn’t cry over Hyunjoong being a the worst of all his masters, and he wouldn’t cry over what he didn’t have with Jungkook either. It was the same thing. The same thing. Except the neglect was more bearable here because it was warm and he had a bit of freedom to move around. That was the only difference. He was free here. In the pet store, the only comfort he had were metal wires that gave him a feeling of security.
King of like a tiny dark bathroom in the middle of the night.
Sinking down the wall, Yoongi sat in the dark with his arms around his knees and tried to convince himself that it didn’t hurt anymore. That it would never hurt, that he was still alone with no one to hold him. Curled up in a ball on the cool tile bathroom floor almost felt like he was back in his cage where feelings meant anger. And anger was easier to deal with than despair.
>(^o^)<
Tuesday ...
Jungkook woke up to a soft touch on his stomach, eyes blinking open to the pretty, pretty face of his best friend. He lifted a hand to run through Taehyung’s messy hair, holding the back of his head and pulling him in close for a kiss.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Taehyung whispered.
Jungkook smiled. “That’s your title, love.”
“Hm, maybe one we should share. I’ve always thought you were so beautiful. Well, except when you were fifteen and you were a gangly awkward troll with too big of shoulders and a--”
“Yah! Shut up,” Jungkook muttered and helped him along with another kiss.
Taehyung laughed against his lips. “I love you.”
Jungkook’s smile ruined their kiss, but made everything else glow with warmth. “I love you, too.”
“Come on, get up. You have a cat to take care of, remember?”
“Fuck.”
Taehyung chuckled, pressed one more peck to his lips, and rolled to the other side of the bed to stand up. He was wearing one of Jungkook’s white T-shirts, big on Jungkook meant almost swamping Taehyung’s smaller frame. He slipped on his own pants before throwing one more smile to Jungkook and walking into the main room.
Taehyung said good morning to Suga.
Jungkook sighed, starting at his ceiling for a moment. He was a little embarrassed that he’d forgotten about Suga again. He hadn’t even thought of Suga last night when Taehyung had put his mouth to him and given him that interrupted blowjob or when he’d just let himself fall asleep afterward, completely naked.
And now he had to walk out there, to someone new, something different.
At least his pajama pants were close to the edge of the bed and this little reminder had been the fastest morning-wood solution. Not the best solution because usually Taehyung would do more than kiss him awake.
“Yah! Jungkookie, wake up!”
“I’m awake,” Jungkook said and sat up. He pulled his sweats close with his feet and tugged them on as he stood up. He took a detour to the bathroom first and splashed water on his face to wake himself up, and just for punishment, he used cold water.
When he got into the kitchen, Taehyung already had tea and there was coffee brewing and an extra person sitting at his table.
“Morning,” Jungkook said and stumbled into the kitchen. There was no reason for him to be in the kitchen yet. Except that he did not want to sit at the table. So he opened the fridge, leaned in to look for something to take up his time, and retreated with a peach, a bowl of strawberries that he was sure he hadn’t purchased, and some grapes. He rinsed the fruit off in the sink before starting to cut them up.
An equally irritated and fond noise came from behind Jungkook, and a moment later, hands landed on his waist, yanked his sweats up, wrapped around his front, and tugged at the drawstrings of his pants.
“You’re about to lose your clothes, babe,” Taehyung said, “and Suga has been looking just a bit too interested in that.”
“Not my fault that he’s gorgeous,” Suga mumbled.
Taehyung laughed. A soft, addicting sound, a bit too close to Jungkook’s earlobe. With a kiss on his neck, Taehyung’s warmth moved away and Jungkook breathed in deeply, stuttering through the exhale.
“He is amazing,” Taehyung said. “He says he doesn’t workout much, but that’s a lie. If he’s not in school or at work, then he’s at the gym. Getting you yesterday meant that he skipped leg day. Shame on you, Jungkookie.”
Suga chuckled. “He didn’t introduce himself until after you were here, so I called him Muscles in my head.”
“Sounds like him to forget something so important.”
“Something else so important.”
“Right? Dear God, and people call me flighty. Jungkook usually has a one track mind. But he focuses so much on one thing to get good at it, that I can’t really complain, if you know what I mean.”
Even without turning around, Jungkook knew that Taehyung was winking at Suga in a very not-innocent sort of way. Jungkook grumbled under his breath and then smiled softly when it made Taehyung laugh. God, Jungkook loved him so much.
“So, Suga, how old are you?”
“Twenty-five.”
“Ah, a few years older than us. I guess we’ll call you hyung.”
Suga snorted. “Yeah, no. That’s weird.”
“It isn’t weird,” Taehyung insisted. “You’re older than us, Suga-hyung.”
“But I’m--”
“I know you’re a hybrid. I can see the ears and tail. But that doesn’t make you a second class citizen. Not in my eyes. So I’m going to call you hyung.”
“But--”
“Better just let him do what he wants,” Jungkook said, finally coming to the table with a bowl of fruit. It took too long to calm himself down, to be sure he wasn’t sporting a partial erection when he went to the table. “He’s stubborn like that. Here, have some fruit.
Jungkook settled it in the middle of the table and then went to the coffee machine to get coffee. “Do you want some coffee, Suga?”
“I can have some?”
The surprise in his voice made Jungkook turn to look at him. He was sitting up straight, a piece of fruit in his hands, ears pointed up and his eyes wide.
Jungkook smiled. “Of course you can.”
Suga looked away with a blush.
He poured two cups and brought over milk and sugar to doctor his cup. Suga drank it black, causing both of them to wince. But Suga sighed in contentment and a moment later, he was purring.
Taehyung laughed. “Oh god, you purr at coffee.”
“Good coffee,” Suga corrected. The purring cut off though and his cheeks went a little pink.
Chuckling, Taehyung sipped at his tea. “You have a bit of an accent. I can’t quite place it.”
“I was born in Daegu.”
Taehyung shouted in surprise. “Me too! Oh my god.” And they fell into a few moments of satoori that Jungkook couldn’t understand.
“I don’t really remember a lot,” Suga said. “I was only there until I was ten, when I was old enough to be sold to a pet store.”
“A slave trader,” Taehyung corrected.
“Yeah, well, I had a couple of owners after that before I ended up at Hyunjoong’s pet shop, but I’d rather not talk about it.”
“Of course not. I am part of an organization that is fighting for the rights of hybrids, you know. I’m compiling stories. So when you feel more comfortable, I would like to hear yours.”
Suga did not reply.
“Anyway, Jungkook-love, I have to get to the shop to open today, so I need to go. I wasn’t planning on staying the night.”
“Still happy you did.”
“You always are.”
They smiled at each other before Taehyung draped himself over Jungkook’s back and kissed his bare neck and shoulders. It made Jungkook blush, remembering Suga, and then fingers dug into his sides and he yelped, knocking into the table. Taehyung danced away from him, but Jungkook hadn’t ever let his best friend get away with that, so he was up out of his chair and had him pinned against the wall by the door before Taehyung managed to slip his sandals on. He dug his fingers into Taehyung’s side, both laughing and making more noise than necessary, and they both fell to the ground, only Jungkook’s quick arm around his back prevented a serious injury.
Jungkook only relented when Taehyung couldn’t breathe and his pleas for him to stop were high pitched. And then he went for a kiss. A different ending to their scuffles than when they were teenagers.
Almost immediately, Taehyung relaxed underneath him, arms sneaking around his neck and his legs wrapping around Jungkook’s waist. His yelps and laughter morphed into whines and moans.
“Give up?” Jungkook whispered.
Taehyung’s smile blinded him. “If I say no, do I get more kisses?”
“Brat,” Jungkook said and pressed a peck to his cheek and then moved lower to his jaw.
“Work. Have to work, Jungkook-ie.”
“Hm, I know. I’ll see you later?”
“Yeah. Look after your cat.”
Fuck. Right, the cat.
Taehyung smiled, just like he knew. He probably did. Taehyung had always known him the best.
“Come on, get up. I’ll text you later, okay?”
Jungkook smiled and rose. He held out his hands to pull Taehyung up to his feet and didn’t even try to stop him when he went for more kisses. It had always been hard to stop kissing him after that first kiss only a few months ago.
Jungkook sighed. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. Don’t be late to class.”
“I won’t.”
Their last kiss lingered a little bit, but Jungkook finally let him go, feeling the small ache in his heart when Taehyung left and the door shut behind. That was how he knew that he had feelings that weren’t just friendly anymore, when it hurt so much to see him leave.
When he turned around back to the rest of the apartment, he couldn’t see Suga anywhere.
“Suga?” Jungkook called. More like half whispered. It felt weird to hear his own voice echo in his apartment when he wasn’t singing. He tried again, but the cat did not reappear. With a sigh, he went to his closet to change into some running clothes. He had missed leg day and that meant an extra mile on his run.
>(^o^)<
Yoongi was up against the entertainment unit, between it and the small bookshelf, pressed up against the wall, with the blanket over his body. The hiding space was good enough for now, but probably wouldn’t stay that way if Jungkook really wanted to look for him. He had been hidden from view by the couch when Jungkook was in the kitchen. But if he’d bothered to look around when he left, he would have spotted Yoongi easily.
But all Yoongi got as Jungkook put on some trainers was, “I’m going out for a run. I’ll be back in an hour or so.”
Yoongi curled up in a ball, arms around his knees and sighed. This wasn’t going to work. He wasn’t going to stay here if ... if what? If Jungkook didn’t treat him like a cat?
It seemed petty and a bit ridiculous considering that Taehyung thought he had the same rights as humans, and that’s what he’d always wanted, to be treated like an actually breathing exiting person and not like something that was only good for sex and beatings. But that wasn’t what he wanted. Not completely.
Neither of them would ever treat him like the cat he was. He wasn’t asking to be beaten and abused like hybrids were. Not anymore. But it went deeper than that. He didn’t even need sex. Like not really. Sex and affection were separate things. Yoongi knew that.
But when all you got was sex, it was easy to delude yourself into thinking it was affection.
Would Jungkook and Taehyung give him affection, then? Since sex was out of the equation? Would they pet him, groom him, let him lay in their laps and sleep? Would Taehyung see that as treating him like a second-class citizen even if he wanted that?
A cat without affection was not a happy cat.
Maybe ... maybe Yoongi didn’t deserve to be happy. Not in this dream-life anyway. He’d done so many awful things before that in this dream-like home he was destined to be alone.
Everything was so different. He could move around, sleep on a soft surface, actually stand up and eat when he wanted to. Why wasn’t that enough? After all he’d been through, it should have been enough. Was it something fucked up in his DNA that craved their touches? Part of what made him different than a human?
It hadn’t even been a whole day yet and the lack of physical contact made his skin itch. A nice long scratching from Taehyung’s pretty hands sounded marvelous. Would Taehyung to that for him even if it’s because he wanted it because he’s a hybrid?
Pouting, he dragged the blanket back to the couch and stood in the middle of the room and turned in a circle. Why wasn’t this enough?
Yoongi wandered around again, taking in the entire bedroom area now that it was light out. One entire wall was a closet with built-in shelves that were packed with jeans and folded sweaters and T-shirts. One the opposite wall were shelves of manga. The bed filled up most of the rest of the space. A queen-size mattress on a simple box stand. Or not so simple. The bottom of the bed had drawers for more storage, and Yoongi found Jungkook’s supply of boxers, socks and ... well, interesting. A couple of sex toys and lube.
He could tell that Jungkook and Taehyung were still new in their relationship and he’s pretty sure they hadn’t fucked yet, let alone graduated to using toys. Did Jungkook use these on himself then?
It was so easy to picture, Jungkook’s strong body, legs spread wide, thighs tense as he worked that blue dildo in and out of his body. It wasn’t very long, only about fifteen centimeters and only about three fingers thick. Definitely one for teasing pleasure rather than to really feel full and fucked. No, that was the job of the buttplug that look almost too big to fit into Jungkook’s body. The wide bulb was a good seven centimeters across.
Did Jungkook use the dildo first and then the plug to tease himself to the edge? How long did he leave the toy in and his cock ringed up denying himself an orgasm before ripping it off? How much did he come at once? And god, did he walk around with it inside him? Maybe go to class with it?
Yoongi ran his finger down the length of the dildo. He kind of wanted to use it. It’d been a long time since he’d had an orgasm that wasn’t forced out of him. But that was probably a big, giant, huge, bad, bad, bad idea. Especially if Jungkook came back from his run early. And what if Jungkook got upset and kicked him out? It was better to fantasize than to risk that.
But ... well, there was a sweater on the end of the bed. It looked like the one Jungkook had been wearing the day before.
Yoongi closed the sex toy drawer and pulled the sweater to his face, breathing in real deep the scent of Jungkook and cologne. His head went light and his sudden moan echoed around him.
Without really thinking about it, Yoongi pulled the sweater over his head. He was swimming in it, with the sleeves covering his hands and the bottom hem falling completely over his ass. But it was warm, and it smelled so good. He buried his face in it.
He felt ... high ... almost. Definitely lightheaded, and so turned on. His shorts were tented and a single tug of his hand had his cock falling free and brushing up against the soft inside of the sweater. He moaned again and fought the urge to grip the sweater around his dick. He managed that, but failed with everything else and found himself leaning over the bed, chest and face pressed into the blanket that smelled like a mixture of woods and flowers.
God, fuck, it was good, and his hips were moving, sliding his dick against the side of the bed, rutting up against it with that smell in his nose. He knew he was moaning and tried to bury the noises into the blanket. He drooled everywhere, unable to close his mouth as pleasure crawled up his spine. His ears were flat, his tail waving in time to his thrusts, and his cock hurt so much because everything felt so good.
The sweater was so soft against his skin, the bed was a firm place to thrust, and he whined when he thought of the toys, when he thought of doing this to himself with that plug inside him. Or the dildo. Or of Jungkook fucking him with the dildo before teasing him enough that he’d be ready for his dick. Of Jungkook gripping his hips. Of Jungkook sliding his dick along his crack. Of Jungkook making his body stretch open to accommodate his cock.
With a yowl, Yoongi was coming, pulsing out his release on the inside of the sweater and on the side of the bed. He felt clumps of it smear on his thighs and down his legs. Panting, breathing, dying. His heart hurt. His ears were clouded with pain.
Fuck. This is so bad.
Now he had a mess all inside Jungkook’s sweater with no way to clean it and no way to really even hide it. He’d made a mess of everything just for a few fleeting moments of pleasure because Jungkook and TAehyung smelled good.
They weren’t going to want him now, not when he just did something ... disgusting in Jungkook’s sweater. He was going to get kicked out and sent to Hybrid Services before lunch. They were going to follow up on the euthanize order that Hyunjoong had saved him from.
Yoongi pulled the sweater off, not caring where it landed and with his eyes blurry with tears, he went back to the slightly hidden corner, curled up in the blanket and tried not to cling to any bit of hope. Hope that he did not deserve.
>(^o^)<
Jungkook felt gross. And it was only partially because of the sweat sticking his T-shirt to his body and the feeling of it running down the back of his legs.
The rest of it came from the series of dick and cat emojis that Seokjin-hyung sent to him, which meant that Taehyung had tattled on him about buying Suga.
Seokjin-hyung was kidding. Well, at least Jungkook thought he was. Seokjin-hyung was never quiet when it came to the things that he and his cat got up to. And the things that he and his boyfriend Jimin got up to. And the things that he and his boyfriend’s cat got up to. And all the variations.
Seokjin-hyung and Jimin-hyung were only a piece of paper away from saying they were husbands, something not quite legal in Korea yet. They dated, they moved in together, they bought matching rings. And they got pets together, the final step. They had found Namjoon and Hobi at a Hybrid Services shelter. Their previous owners had abandoned them because they were no longer small and cute. They were both taller than Jungkook, and Hobi absolutely dwarfed Jimin.
But JinJim did not care. The two cats were gorgeous and they had both wanted one, despite Taehyung-ie crying foul about rights and injustices. As they both said, over and over again, they gave their cats exactly what the cats wanted.
What did Suga want?
Jungkook had no idea. Which meant he had to talk to the cat. Which meant he had to ... well, talk to the cat.
But he was going to take a shower first.
A subtle movement caught his eye and he turned, spotting Suga’s white tail amidst the green blanket balled up in between his entertainment unit and bookshelf.
Was Suga asleep?
He really needed to find out Suga’s real name.
He said nothing just in case Suga was asleep (he didn't’ want to wake him) and went to his room with a sigh. He stripped off his shirt first and then pushed his pants down before glancing around to make sure Suga wasn’t watching. He’d just slip into the bathroom really fast, before Suga got up to talk to him. If he would.
He gathered up his sweat-soaked clothes and the sweater he’d worn yesterday and put them in his hamper. He pushed them down (he needed to do laundry) and his hand hit something wet and he made a face. What the fuck? He pulled out the sweater and it took him way too long to realize what was smeared all over it considering that he’d been licking his own come off Taehyung’s face just last night.
This wasn’t from that, or from Taehyung cleaning himself up. This was fresh.
He sucked in a sharp breath. Had Suga ... it’s not like it could have been anyone else. But why? And why ... with Jungkook’s clothes? And ...
Fuck.
His very helpful brain gave him an image of Suga on his back, or on his knees, with his white tail swaying behind him as he stroked himself off and into Jungkook’s sweater. Pale skin, quiet meows or whimpers or moans, and--
Jungkook cut off that thought as fast as he could. But it wasn’t fast enough and he pictured sliding his fingers into Suga’s tight body and sliding his tongue along sweet-sweaty skin.
You bastard, came Taehyung’s voice in his head, and it was less for thinking of someone else in bed and more because it was a hybrid who didn’t have the right to say no. A very pretty cat that he wasn’t going to touch because that is not why he bought him. He did not buy him for sex.
Yep. Cold shower. Ice, ice cold. It helped. But barely.
Jungkook had no idea what to do.
He didn’t dare tell Taehyung about this. And when he texted Seokjin-hyung what he should talk to Suga about (without mentioning The Incident), Seokjin-hyung’s return text of a mouth, a tongue, water drops, and a banana was not helpful. Neither was Jimin’s that said, “For all that is holy, just fuck him or talk to him!”
But Jimin was right. He had to talk to him.
So he sat on the couch, rubbed at his face for a moment and stared at the spot where Suga was still hiding.
“Suga, we need to talk.”
The bundle of green blanket went stiff and still for a moment, and then it slumped and shook. His tail waved in agitation.
“I’m not going to talk to you over there. Come here.”
It took a couple of long minutes before the blanket fell from atop Suga’s head. White ears drooping, he shuffled backwards, not turning to face Jungkook at all. When he drew even with the rug thrown in the middle of the floor, Jungkook figured that was good enough.
He didn’t know what to say. What to talk about first? The obvious thing or something different, and what was that something different? Fuck, he was so bad at this.
“I’m sorry,” Suga’s voice suddenly said in the silence. It was shaking and small. Nothing like the proud, sarcastic or humorous tone from before. “I’m sorry. I ... I ... Please don’t make me leave. Please. I won’t do it again. It was a mistake. I’m s-sorry. Please don’t take me to Hybrid Services, please. Not Hyunjoong. Not ... I’ll do anything, please.”
That Jungkook was not expecting. Of course he wouldn’t do that, why would Suga even think that?
Taehyung’s voice told him to put himself in Suga’s shoes (or paws) for a moment, uncertain if his new owner was upset, convinced that he’d done something wrong.
When Taehyung was upset, there was only one thing to do. He hoped doing the same with Suga was okay.
Jungkook fell to his knees, ignored Suga’s suddenly stiff body, and wrapped him up in a hug. Suga inhaled sharply and squirmed in his hold.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Jungkook said immediately, tucking Suga against his chest and under his chin despite Suga struggling. Though he wasn’t struggling very hard. He wasn’t even using claws. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I promise. I am not upset. Not even a little bit.”
Suga swallowed roughly as he stilled. His ears twitched and after a moment, his tail swayed. Just a slow swish that Jungkook had seen yesterday that he did when he was content.
“I’m not going to send you away,” Jungkook said. “I’m not going to take you to Hybrid Services.”
Almost unintentionally, Jungkook started rubbing Suga’s arm, still through the blanket, but a soft touch up and down with one hand and a tightening of his grip around Suga’s knees with the other.
“I didn’t buy you for sex,” Jungkook said. Probably not the best opening, but the truth. The truth was always good. “I bought you to get you out of that pet shop, that’s all. Anything else has to be talked about because this won’t be normal. Well, it will be normal for us. Taehyung will castrate me if I ever make you think that you have to have sex with me because I’m your owner. You don’t. Not ever.”
Suga shifted in his arms, and Jungkook smiled. He was relaxing.
“I know that,” Suga whispered. “I ... I just ... it was ...”
“You don’t need to explain,” Jungkook said quickly. “It’s a new environment for you, I get that. It’s new smells and new things and ... I don’t know. I'm talking out of my ass here, trying to remember what Taehyung had said to me about your first few days here. Taehyung told me to ask you what you want, because that’s what’s important. That’s what will shape our relationship. So what do you want?”
Suga tilted his head back, a smirk on his lips. “Hot sex.”
Jungkook froze, eyes going wide.
“I’m joking. Sheesh. Just ...” He pouted, and god, that was so cute, and Jungkook blinked and made himself freeze so he didn’t lean in to kiss that pretty pout.
Suga huffed and twisted back against him and into his arms. “I ... I just ... I’ve been fucked enough, I think. I don’t ... I just want ... this, you know. Just hugs and touches a-and ... affection.”
Even the tips of his ears went a little pink with his blush, and Jungkook smiled, turning his head to press his cheek to Suga’s. His ears twitched against Jungkook’s skin.
“Affection?”
“Yeah, just ... pet me, hold me ... I don’t know. I’ve never had to tell a master what I wanted before. They always just do what they want. This is embarrassing.”
Jungkook hummed. “Yeah, it is a bit. But more embarrassing was noticing that a certain drawer under my bed was partially open.”
Suga snorted. “Does Taehyung know you have those toys?”
“Taehyung gave me the plug last year.”
Suga let out a startled laugh and twisted around to stare at him with wide eyes. His ears were pointed up, his tail twisting behind him. His smirk was so wide that Jungkook could see his sharp teeth.
Jungkook felt himself blushing. “It was a birthday present, shut up.”
“I thought you two were a new couple?”
“We are, but we’ve been best friends since we were like ten.”
Suga shifted again, this time pushing Jungkook back so he was leaning against the couch and Suga was in his lap, legs spread over his thighs. The blanket had fallen off his shoulder, and Jungkook straightened it around him.
“Gotta buy you some clothes,” Jungkook muttered, tugging the shirt down to cover Suga’s waist.
Suga bit his lower lip and blushed again when he said, “Can I wear yours?”
Jungkook swallowed and nodded without even thinking.
It was quiet for a moment, Suga lifting his hands and then not touching Jungkook’s chest a couple of times before Jungkook smiled and took his wrists and put his hands on his body himself.
Suga stared at his own hands for a moment and then said, “Taehyung. Tell me more about how you got together.”
“Um, well, we were friends. We ... uh, we went to the same elementary, junior high and high school, and now we’re at different colleges, but that’s because he’s in environmental science and I’m studying music production and voice. It just kind of happened a couple of months ago. We hadn’t seen each other in almost three weeks, and that is unheard of, and he came over and we watched a movie.” Jungkook smiled and tilted his head back as he remembered. His breath hitched when Suga started rubbing his chest. “Taehyung kissed me, right in the middle of Iron Man. It wasn’t the first time he kissed me, but it felt different, and then he wouldn’t let me run away when I got scared of falling in love with my best friend, and now we’re ... we’re figuring things out.”
“You love him.”
“I do, but it’s weird because he loves me too, but we love each other as best friends, and now it’s ... something else.”
“He is so pretty.”
Jungkook laughed and looked down at him. “He really is. I’ve always thought so. I haven’t dated much, and most guys I ever dated I always compared to him anyway. No one was ever good enough for me according to him.”
“Will ... will he be mad?”
“About what?”
Suga lifted a hand from its delicate patterns of nothing just below Jungkook’s collarbone and waved between them. “This? Just ... if ... we--”
Jungkook smiled and suddenly moved forward, wrapping Suga in a hug. “Only if you don’t let him cuddle with you, too. Taehyung is so clingy. Even before ... it’s easy to understand how this relationship is easy for us. He’s really touchy and kissy and lovey-dovey. He was my first kiss, though he said it was just a best friend kiss and didn't count.”
“Seriously, how are you two not fucking?”
Jungkook cleared his throat. “We’re still ... testing things.”
“Don’t let me stop you from testing things.”
“Yah, shut up.”
Suga laughed and twisted in Jungkook’s lap again until he was more curled up on his side and Jungkook’s arms went around his body.
“Taehyung is definitely going to want to cuddle you until you get annoyed with him and push him away.”
“I doubt that. I ... I never ... I haven’t been hugged in a long time.”
Jungkook tightened his arms. “You can have a hug whenever you want one.”
“I’m really sorry about ... the mess,” he whispered.
“It’s okay. I’m not mad.”
“It’s just ... you smell really, really good. And Taehyung smells really, really good, and everything just smelled like both of you together and it was just--”
“Hush,” Jungkook said. “It’s fine. You don’t need to apologize. Next time just use a paper towel or something.”
Suga flushed pink again, and fuck, he was so fucking cute.
Jungkook tried to swallow past a tightening in his throat. He licked his lips. “Um, I’m starving. Should we go make some lunch?”
Suga hummed, but made no move to get up. He burrowed deeper against Jungkook’s shoulder and Jungkook held him just a little tighter, yelling at his horny libido to calm the fuck down.
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Part 3: Spoil My Fun
Part 1: Taehyung Was Going To Kill Him
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