Go Get Him, Tiger 4/?
Title: Go Get Him, Tiger 4/?
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 4:
A/N: Still having troubles with my D key ... so yeah, I tried to be more diligent with editing, but there still might be more annoying typos than usual!
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Still Wednesday ...
“You okay, Suga?” Taehyung asked.
Jungkook looked up at his boyfriend first and then the cat who had his head in Taehyung’s lap and his legs thrown over Jungkook’s.
“Yeah, just ...” He scratched at his neck. “It’s just weird to not have a collar on and I keep feeling like something is missing.”
Taehyung smiled. “I’m pretty sure there’s something here that can be used until you decide if you want Jungkook to buy you another one or not. Go snuggle up with Muscles.” Taehyung patted Suga’s shoulder. “I like that nickname, by the way.”
“I like the muscles,” Suga said.
Taehyung chuckled and pushed at his shoulder. Suga shifted around until he was in Jungkook’s lap instead, head on his thigh and one hand wrapped around his knee. His body twisted enough for his tail to wave around before settling first against the curve of the couch and then against Jungkook’s neck. It tickled as it flicked over the skin, but Jungkook did not tell him to move it.
He watched as Taehyung went into his room. He heard rummaging. Just what was he looking for?
A satisfied “A-HA” echoed around the apartment, and Taehyung came back with a strip of black in his hands.
A choker. One of Jungkook’s chokers.
“I know he doesn’t look like it, but man, Kookie loves to dress up when we go out. And I mean dress up. Tight pants, barely there shirts, chokers; I remember fishnets once--”
Jungkook made an embarrassed noise.
“Before we started dating it was to pull tail, which he was very very good at, and now it’s to look beautiful so I have something to show off. Which he is also very good at.”
“Yah,” Jungkook said. “Shut up.”
“Sit up,” Taehyung said and scratched Suga’s head.
Suga shifted up and over, so he was straddling Jungkook’s thighs and he crossed his arms.
Taehyung put the choker on. It was just a thin strip of black fabric with a little jewel at the front.
“This is one of his simpler ones. He has one with a nice big hoop on it that makes it really easy to lead--”
“Taehyung!”
Taehyung giggled and smoothed the choker down, fingers stopping at the small jewel at the front.
“Feel better?”
Suga smiled and said, “Yeah. Yeah ... It’s ... stupid.”
“It isn’t stupid. I don’t think you should be wearing a collar at all, but you’re used to it. I want to help you feel comfortable.”
“T-thank you.”
Taehyung cupped his cheek, and Suga leaned into the touch. “You’re welcome, Kitty.”
Suga scrunched up his nose at the nickname.
“It looks really cute, um, hot, um ... fuck, nice. It looks nice on you,” Jungkook said, voice softer than he meant. He ignored Taehyung’s amused smile. The fuckhead.
Suga met his eyes and smiled widely at him, full smile, teeth, gums, eye crinkling. In the next moment, Suga pressed tight against his chest and his arms went around Jungkook’s lower back. He shifted and hummed and settled in against his shoulder.
“Thank you.”
Jungkook swallowed roughly and hugged him back.
“Too cute,” Taehyung whispered.
Jungkook glanced over at him just in time to see Taehyung tap his phone and take a picture of them.
“That one is going to be my phone background.”
Jungkook smiled and shut his eyes and leaned his head on Suga’s. His ears brushed against Jungkook’s cheeks.
“Never mind. That one is.”
Jungkook figured he could ask to see it later. He rubbed up and down Suga’s back, smiling when the pretty cat started purring.
“Am I staying over?” Taehyung asked.
Jungkook didn’t even look at him as he replied, “If you want to.”
“I always want to.”
“I always want you to.”
Suga snorted. “You two are gross.”
“Yah!” Taehyung said and flung himself at them, his arms going around Suga’s back and Jungkook’s neck. “Shut up. We’re fucking romantic as fuck.”
“Fucking isn’t romantic.”
Taehyung hummed and touched Suga’s neck, rubbing softly. “It can be.”
Suga huffed but didn’t reply. He shifted in Jungkook’s lap and that was so not a good idea because they were pressed so close together and Suga just fit against him so well and--
He cleared his throat and tried to shift away even though he was trapped between the couch and the cat.
Taehyung chuckled at him and lips pressed against his cheek and then his ear. “What are you thinking about, love, huh?”
It was a soft whisper, but one that Jungkook heard loud and clear. And so did Suga based on the way his ear twitched and swiveled to catch the sound.
“N-no-nothing. Shut up.”
“You sure? Are you sure you aren’t thinking about me, about my fingers and my mouth and your toys--”
Jungkook whined. “Hyung, shut up.”
Taehyung’s smile grew.
“He’s definitely thinking about something naughty,” Suga said and pushed away from his chest with a smirk.
“It’s not my fault,” Jungkook said immediately, barely realizing that his hands had fallen to Suga’s hips.
“True,” Taehyung said, leaning in to lick at Jungkook’s earlobe. “He’s young and can’t really control himself well yet.”
“What about you?” Suga asked.
Taehyung smirked. “I’m incredibly good at controlling him.”
“God, hyung, stop.”
Suga laughed.
“Please get off my lap.” Jungkook knew he was beet-red, knew that Suga could feel his hard dick against his thigh. God, that’s embarrassing. But Taehyung kept licking his ear and Suga was moving his leg, and he had this look on his face that was half entertained and half anxious, like he wasn’t sure if it was allowed or not.
Taehyung did not seem to care. And Taehyung should have cared as Jungkook’s boyfriend.
And Jungkook should have pushed Suga off his lap as Taehyung’s boyfriend.
The grip he had on Suga’s hips tightened. “Fuck, stop it.”
Taehyung finally pulled his mouth away from his ear and lips touched his cheek. “You’re no fun.”
“No fun,” Suga said with a pout.
Jungkook made a noise that was mostly just a grunt, but also a denial, but yeah, he had to ... just ... stop this. He gripped Suga’s waist and lifted him up and off his lap, toppling him to the free space on the couch, and then he stood up, walking toward the bedroom with his head ducked down and his cheeks flaming red because of his obvious erection. He tried to ignore Taehyung and Suga’s laughter and their conspiratorial whispers.
“Not just his muscles are hard,” Suga said.
“Hm, true, but that ass, though. He has such a pretty ass. And his thighs, when they tense up right before he comes. There isn’t anything more beautiful than that.”
“Leg day.”
Taehyung laughed. “It’s my favorite day.”
“I hate you both,” Jungkook said and flung himself on the bed, feet still on the floor, arms above his head. He tried to calm himself down.
>(^o^)<
Yoongi stayed on the couch as the two of them went to bed. Taehyung met his eyes, lifting an eyebrow in question and then jerked his head with a smile.
An invitation.
But Yoongi wasn’t ready for that. Not yet. He desperately wanted to sleep in bed with them, curl up between them and let them pet and touch him. But is that all they’d do? Didn’t they want to be alone or did they want Yoongi with them to touch and play? Taehyung had told him to wait, to not throw himself at Jungkook, but here he was, offering. Maybe it was just to sleep. But maybe ... he still didn’t trust them. Not yet. Not after Hyunjoong who never did more than touch him when he needed to fuck.
Logically he knew that the two of them would not hurt him during or afterwards, but he wasn’t sure. And uncertainty kept him on the couch, kept him curled up in a ball wearing Jungkook’s hoody and using Taehyung’s knit sweater as a blanket. He listened to their whispers, whispers that turned to moans and groans and Jungkook gasping Taehyung’s name. Sloppy wet sounds of a mouth on a dick had Yoongi’s cock so hard.
He fought the urge, he really did, but there wasn’t any point and his legs spread around a pillow and he bit down on a couch cushion as he humped it.
“Gonna eat you out,” Taehyung’s voice suddenly said, louder than before. “Want to lick you open and tug on your dick until you make a mess.”
Yoongi tried to muffle his own whines at that. His hips lifted a little, ass curling up, trying not to picture Taehyung behind him, licking at him.
Jungkook’s moans were louder but muffled and it was easy to picture him on his knees with his face pressed into a pillow while Taehyung licked at his asshole and fingered him open.
“You’re such a good boy,” Taehyung said. “So good to me and so good to Suga, being so nice to him and so affectionate.”
Yoongi held his breath, straining his ears to hear Jungkook’s response only to be met with more moans.
“Suga is so pretty and you’re taking care of him so well. I like to watch you touch him and hold him, and he likes you so much. You’re going to be so good for him, right?”
There wasn’t a response until a smack resounded through the room and Yoongi jumped in surprise.
“Right, baby? You’re going to be good for Suga, right?”
“Yes, yes, I will, I will. I’ll be good for Suga.”
“Good. If he has any complaints, I’m going to throw you over my lap and spank you, understand?”
“Yes, yes. I’ll be good. I’ll be good!”
Taehyung hummed and said, “You’re so good. You taste so good.”
Yoongi swallowed and listened to Taehyung lick at Jungkook’s body, the noises stopped being muffled and Jungkook’s moans were loud, the bed creaking.
“Come on, love, talk, you know I love it when you talk.”
Jungkook whined, but his broken voice obeyed. “T-tongue. Your t-tongue in my ass, l-licking ... and it’s so dirty and w-wet, I love ... I love how soft it feels and I’m not s-soft, god, I’m so h-h-hard. I want to c-come, I want to come!”
Yoongi’s head went light and his hips fucked down on the pillow. His ears went fuzzy and he lost the train of Jungkook’s cries in a rush of pleasure. He wasn’t sure if he moaned as he came, he wasn’t sure if he was making enough noise for the two of them to hear. He didn’t know anything but the pressure and the release, the way his body shook through his orgasm as he came dirty and wet into the boxers he was wearing.
When he came down, he cut off a whine in the back of his throat. How long had he been making that sound? He wasn’t sure, but the noises from the other side of the wall hadn’t tapered off. Gasps and whimpers and the sound of a hand on a dick and a mouth. Everything sounded so wet before a heavy moan had Yoongi’s body throbbing and his dick twitching in interest.
“So good with your mouth, Jungkook-ie. You look so good covered in my come.”
Yoongi buried his face in the pillow and pouted. He wanted to see that. He wanted ... he wanted ... and he could. He could do whatever he wanted. They said that before. He didn’t need permission. And Taehyung had invited him? That ... meant it was okay, right?
Yoongi slid off the couch, stumbling when his foot caught on Taehyung’s sweater. His legs shook and his boxers were a mess. He managed a few steps, and he didn’t realize he was whining until Taehyung appeared with a frown.
“You okay, darling?”
Naked. Taehyung was naked and his cock was hanging from his body, spent and an angry red. He was just as long as Yoongi thought he’d be, and he had perfectly shaped legs and his stomach held the faint lines of hidden strength. A dollop of come seeped from the slit and Yoongi pouted because he wanted a taste.
But in his stupor of pleasure, all he managed to say was, “Want,” and then meow with his arms outstretched.
Taehyung chuckled at him, and before Yoongi could protest, he’d picked him up, hands under his ass and carried him into the room. He curled up with a happy whimper and inhaled the strong spicy aroma of fresh roses.
“Look how pretty he is all covered in my come,” Taehyung whispered.
Yoongi opened his eyes from where his head was buried in Taehyung’s shoulder and gasped.
Jungkook was on his knees, as naked as Taehyung. He had heavy strips of come all over his face and dripping down onto his muscled chest. His abs were in stark relief, shimmering with sweat. And his dick. Fuck, his dick was thick, only half hard and hanging straight from his body and still dripping come.
“Isn’t he pretty?”
Yoongi nodded.
“Tell him,” Taehyung whispered. “He likes it when you tell him.”
Yoongi swallowed and tried to get his throat to work. “Pretty. Jungkook-ie is pretty.”
The worry slid off Jungkook’s face and he smiled.
“Go snuggle up with him while I get a towel to clean us up.” He settled Yoongi on the bed, and Yoongi didn’t move for a moment, still unsure of his place in this strange situation. Jungkook held out a hand and Yoongi moved closer to him, still slow, his ears perked up in caution, ready to flee if Jungkook decided to hit him for intruding.
The bathroom light flared on, water ran, and in the bit of noise, Yoongi shifted enough for Jungkook to touch him, just on his shoulder and down his arm, and Yoongi wanted to touch too because Jungkook naked was such a gorgeous thing, but he didn’t know where to touch or what to touch first.
“Are ... are you okay?” Jungkook whispered.
Yoongi bit off another whine and nodded. He was ... mostly, but he didn’t know what to do or how this suddenly happened or what to expect next. He wasn’t really expecting a hand on his chin to lift up his face and he met Jungkook’s eyes for a moment before he blushed and tried to look away.
Jungkook’s grip on his chin softened and turned to a light touch on his cheek and then up his face to the fall of hair and then his ears and his head. He didn’t do anything more than that, run his hand through Yoongi’s hair and touch his ears. Something he’d been doing all day. And Yoongi sagged in relief because he knew how to react to this. He fell to his hands and knees and rubbed his cheek up against Jungkook’s shoulder. Jungkook’s scent was so strong, an Yoongi wasn’t sure if he was trying to cover himself in it, or trying to cover Jungkook in his.
Clothed or naked, it still felt so good to be close to someone.
“You two are so cute,” Taehyung said behind them.
Yoongi turned his head and smiled at him, and Taehyung smiled back before using the cloth to clean Jungkook’s face and skin.
“Did you make a mess, too, Kitty?” Taehyung asked, lips suddenly against Yoongi’s ear.
Yoongi flushed and nodded, trying to hide against Jungkook’s skin. “I’m messy.”
“We heard you panting,” Taehyung said, pulling at Yoongi’s boxers, “and then whining. It sounded so pretty.”
Yoongi whined and shifted to let Taehyung take the boxers off.
“Ah, definitely a mess. We’re so glad that you felt good, darling.”
Yoongi blushed even more at the warm touch of a wet towel on his skin, over his dick and down his legs.
“God,” Taehyung whispered.
Yoongi whined and tried to pull away to curl his legs up and hide himself.
“Ah, Kitty, I’m sorry.” The cloth left and instead there were hands, up and down his thighs and then on his waist. Taehyung nuzzled his neck and then pulled him close with hands under the sweater.
Yoongi was so lost. He didn’t know what to do or what was happening or how to react. His head felt fuzzy and his body was too warm. He definitely didn’t think tears were the right reaction, but his breathing was heavy and his eyes wet. With Taehyung cooing at him and the tightness in his chest getting worse, crying seemed to be all he could do.
There were other whispers and then the bed moving and hands on his body. He let them move his limbs and let them press kisses to his cheeks and neck. He didn’t realize what they were doing until his lower half was covered with another pair of boxers and he was pressed in against Jungkook’s chest, but not a bare chest. He was wearing a soft white T-shirt and boxerbriefs. Yoongi’s head cleared enough to be embarrassed and his tears stopped and he whined.
Jungkook hushed him, holding him tighter. “It’s okay, you’re okay.”
Warmth pressed against his back as Taehyung settled behind him. “Sh, Kitty, relax, take a few deep breaths, we’ll talk about this tomorrow morning, okay? Just relax.”
>(^o^)<
Yoongi woke up in the middle of the night, smashed between the other two. He woke up scared, not knowing where he was or who he was in bed with, and then everything crashed into him, and he went from scared to embarrassed in a heartbeat. He pushed his way out from between them, waking Taehyung.
“B-bathr-room,” Yoongi stuttered.
“Better come back,” Taehyung said and went back to sleep, and Yoongi escaped.
He closed himself in the bathroom, trying to calm his panicking breaths. He had acted like such a desperate whore rutting one out while listening to the two of them and even worse than a desperate whore afterwards.
A love-drunk pet.
That’s what he was now, a pet that craved attention and begged for it and was no better than any other pet in their world now that he had an owner. He ...
Broken.
He felt broken. And he didn’t like it. Not at all. He didn’t feel like himself. He wasn’t acting like himself.
Taehyung ... Taehyung had said it was all too soon and all too new, and maybe that was it. Too much all at once. And he said they were going to talk about it. Yoongi did not want to talk about it. Not yet.
Yoongi had to get away, at least for a little while. But the thought of leaving had his chest tightening in fear. He wasn’t registered, he didn’t have a collar. He’d be taken as soon as someone saw him. He’d have to live on the run, dodging people and never being close to anyone again.
Before that had sounded like the dream. Freedom. It was just beyond the door or out the window and down the fire escape. But this dream ... he could not give this dream up. He did not want to wake up yet.
There was nowhere to hide in this small apartment. Not that he’d found anyway. Maybe Jungkook’s closet. It wasn’t a good hiding spot, but for now that would be enough. They wouldn’t find him right away especially if he hid behind a pile of clothes in one of the larger cubbies.
Yoongi slunk quietly out of the bathroom and along the wall beside the bed. Neither of its occupants stirred. A pillow lay on the floor and Yoongi scooped it up in his arms and buried his face into it. The closet sliding door was shut, and Yoongi hoped he’d be able to open it without making noise.
Something darker than everything else caught his eye. The amount of light coming from the bedroom window was enough for Yoongi to have no problems seeing. But this was real darkness, where no light seeped in. A dark shadowy space under the bed.
And Yoongi remembered. Jungkook’s bed frame had drawers on each side for extra storage, a smart idea in such a small space. But the drawers did not go the entire width of the bed. There was a small space between the drawers on each side, just big enough for Yoongi to shimmy through.
Smiling in relief, Yoongi crawled into the dark space, twisted around the pillow, and finally relaxed. Enclosed on five sides with a hidden entrance and exit. His breathing evened out, his heart stopped pounding, and his brain stopped panicking. It was enough for now. He’d get his thoughts in order and come out when he wanted to. When he was ready to talk about whatever was going on in his head. He didn’t even know what was going on in his head. Figuring that out was first. He’d deal with this unavoidable attraction to his owner and his owner’s boyfriend afterwards.
>(^o^)<
Thursday ...
Jungkook was half way through his morning cup of coffee before he realized that he hadn’t seen Suga anywhere. He sat up and rubbed his eyes.
“Fuck.”
He knew why the cat was gone. Last night, he’d only put up a little resistance to Taehyung’s touches, and then his mouth had been on and inside Jungkook’s ass and he forgot why he had been resisting in the first place.
And Suga had seen them both naked and Jungkook covered in Taehyung’s come.
Fuck. He needed to find Suga and apologize.
Staggering to his feet, he called the cat’s name. Or his pet name. Why wouldn’t he tell them his real name? But ... now he wouldn’t, not since they’d pushed him too much and ruined everything.
“Suga?”
“He’s hiding,” Taehyung said and settled his hands on Jungkook’s waist and his chin on Jungkook’s shoulder.
“We have to find him. What if he left? What if he’s mad at us? What if--”
“Shush,” Taehyung said and kissed his neck. “He didn’t leave. The deadbolt is still locked and the window isn’t open. I looked for him earlier, but then realized that he didn’t want to be found, so stop worrying. He’s still here.”
“Did we fuck up?”
“We? No, we didn’t. Me, maybe. I was the one in the most control of the situation. You were still on a high from your orgasm and so was he. I can’t really explain my own headspace except that I thought it’d be a good idea to clean him up and take care of him. He’ll appear when he’s ready or when he’s hungry, whichever comes first.”
“Fuck, I have class.”
“So do I.”
Jungkook buried his face in his hands. “That was so stupid.”
Taehyung chuckled and started trailing his fingers along Jungkook’s back. “No, it wasn’t. It was stupid to not talk about things first, but I don’t regret it. I don’t regret turning you into a whimpering mess with my tongue and fingers in your ass and I don’t regret coming all over your pretty face. I don’t regret letting Suga see you that way or taking care of him the same way I take care of you. Do you regret any of that?”
“You got come in my eye, so ...”
Taehyung laughed. “Baby, sorry.”
Jungkook smiled. “No, I don’t regret it, but I worry about him. Do you think he regrets it?”
Taehyung shrugged and shifted around to sit in Jungkook’s lap. The chair squeaked ominously to the added weight, but Jungkook easily held him.
“I don’t think it matters what I think. We’ll talk to him and ask him. I think I pushed him a little too much, so we’ll go at his pace and what he wants. Unless ...” Taehyung leaned back and stared at him for a long time.
“What?”
“I guess you and I should talk first.”
Jungkook swallowed.
“You like Suga?”
Jungkook winced and could not stop the flush up his cheeks.
“He’s pretty,” Taehyung said, “and I know you like that idea of a cat in your bed. I’ve seen how you’ve lusted after Hobi-hyung a few times.”
“I haven’t--”
“Yes, you have. Don’t even lie. I see the way you look at him when he dances. Hell, I look at him the same way. That body of his is a wet dream. And you like the idea of claws in your skin, you masochist.”
Jungkook cleared his throat. “Fine, yes. And yes, Suga is pretty, but I don’t even know him.”
“And that is the problem, isn’t it? It is too soon.”
“You like Suga?” Jungkook whispered.
Taehyung smiled and nodded. “I do. I don’t ... I don’t want him to feel like a sex slave though. He obviously has some insecurities and problems that he’s dealing with, but he’s more than just a pet and I don’t want him to think that as a hybrid, he has to pleasure his owner and his owner’s boyfriend.”
“And we are, right? Boyfriends?”
“Silly baby.”
“I’m serious. I mean, I ... last night, I came thinking of Suga on top of me, and ...”
“And I’m the one that was whispering dirty things about Suga in your ear. So I can’t really blame you for coming so hard at that.”
“Why ... what ...”
“Suga is adorable and we both like him. You like him a lot, and I want him to be able to make his own choice, which is why I feel bad about last night because I feel like I took that away from him. He isn’t going to be our little toy and he isn’t going to be something fun that we use every now and then. If he’s part of us, then he’s part of us, and the two of us have been in love for so long that we owe it to him to show him what that means. I love you, Jeon Jungkook, and adding Suga to us, to this--” He leaned forward for a short kiss. “--isn’t going to change that. It will only enhance it because you’re beautiful and the way you love is beautiful. So strong and so pushy about it. Do you love me?”
Jungkook’s eyes widen. “Yes, fuck yes. You know I do. You know I love you.”
Taehyung smirked. “Good. And that won’t change at all if we give Suga everything he needs, yeah?”
Jungkook nodded. “No, that won’t change.”
“So we have to find out what Suga needs. Or you do. I have to leave.”
Taehyung kissed his pout away, a long drawn out kiss full of his tongue and lips and a few bites. Jungkook tightened his grip on Taehyung’s back. Jungkook sank into the kiss. It was so easy to kiss his best friend. Taehyung tangled his fingers into Jungkook’s hair and he moaned, gasping at the sudden pull that had his head forced back, and Taehyung attacked his neck. Jungkook breathed deeply, trying not to get too excited at the combination of Taehyung sucking and biting a mark into his neck.
“Didn’t do that last night,” Taehyung whispered against the sensitive skin. “Forgot to mark up what is mine.”
“Another, please?” Jungkook begged, ending on a questioning whine.
Taehyung tugged at his shirt and bit down on his collarbone, chewing on the skin and leaving a series of marks that blended into one large one.
“Fuck, hyung.”
Taehyung chuckled. “I work right after class today, but you don’t mind if I come over afterwards, do you?”
“No, no. Not at all.”
“Are you going to be all pretty for me when I get here?”
Jungkook swallowed. Pretty? Fuck. Pretty in Taehyung’s book meant on his hands and knees with his ass in the air and a plug inside himself.
“Y-yes. Yes, I’ll be pretty.”
“Good boy. Tell Suga all about it beforehand. Let him slide that plug into you if he wants to.”
“Oh god.”
Taehyung smiled. “My good baby.”
Jungkook got another kiss, and then Taehyung stood up. “We have to get ready for class which means I have to go.”
Jungkook pouted.
“I don’t want to go either. Maybe one day we’ll live together, but I see that being more time in bed and less time at school and work than we both can afford right now.”
Jungkook smiled. “Sounds like heaven, though.”
“Yeah, it does. Have a good day, my love.”
“You, too.”
“Bye Suga!” Taehyung suddenly shouted through the apartment. “Don’t let Jungkook play video games all morning. He has a test at ten.”
“Fuck you,” Jungkook mumbled because those had been his exact plans. He did not want to study chemistry any more than he had to and he had a B in the class. That was good enough.
Jungkook was kissed again, right on his pout, before Taehyung flounced out the door. “Bye, darlings!”
Darlings. Plural.
Jungkook rubbed his face again. Taehyung always went full steam ahead with things like this. If he didn’t, Jungkook was sure they’d both still be pining away at each other, neither one daring enough to take that first step into a relationship.
Jungkook remembered being nervous, more than anything else. Nervous and insecure and so worried if he was kissing Taehyung correctly. Wasn’t kissing your best friend supposed to be different?
It wasn’t.
And it was. His heart never hammered so hard in chest before. His skin never shivered at just a gentle touch on his neck before. And his dick never almost came just from a kiss before. He had been ready to climb on Taehyung’s dick and never get off. But Taehyung had slowed them down, explained that it wasn’t just a one-time deal, that he’d been in love with Jungkook for so long, and he needed Jungkook to be serious.
Neither of them had been chaste nor discreet with their past affairs before, but that’s all they were. Affairs. Nothing compared to the overwhelming love he had for his best friend.
Jungkook understood. He wanted Taehyung to feel and understand the love that he held in his heart and body.
Sometimes it still felt weird. Not ever in the bedroom, but when they went out to lunch or just hung out somewhere. They were dates now. A few months ago they weren’t dates.
A muffled sound came from the bedroom, and Jungkook sat up straight and silent as Suga slinked around the bedroom wall. He kept his eyes down, his ears twitched, and his tail swished on the floor. Rubbing at his arm, he stopped, right in the middle of the living room so the couch and the table were between them.
Jungkook froze for a moment. He didn’t know what to say. He was mostly out of it when Suga came to join them in bed. He remembered enough to know that they’d both made a mess and Suga had seen him completely naked with come all over his face.
Jungkook blushed and looked away, too.
“Um ... hi?” Suga said, clearing his throat afterwards.
“Hi,” Jungkook replied. “There’s cereal.”
Suga nodded. “Not ... not hungry yet.”
“Okay. Coffee?”
“Sure.”
Jungkook scrambled out of the chair and into the kitchen, shaking hands missing the cupboard knob the first time. He heard Suga sit at the table, but didn’t turn around.
“My name is Yoongi. Min Yoongi.”
Jungkook almost dropped the coffee pot. It clattered to the counter before he could steady it and then he spun around and swayed before he could steady himself. He gripped the edge of the counter with both hands and his foot almost slid out from underneath him.
And he choked. On nothing.
“Huh?”
Real smart, Jungkook.
Suga cleared his throat and rubbed at his neck again. “Yoongi. My name is Min Yoongi.” He glanced up briefly and then looked away, claw digging into the table top.
Jungkook stared at him with wide eyes, and then he smiled. “Hi, Min Yoongi. It’s nice to meet you.”
Suga ... Yoongi ...
Yoongi smiled. He didn’t lift his head. His claw left the table and he ran his finger around the choker.
Jungkook stared at him a little longer and then went back to the coffee. His own cup had gotten cold so he made enough for both of them. He startled when Yoongi started talking again.
“I was born in ninety-three. I don’t know who my father is. Probably her master. I was taken to Hybrid Services and then adopted, but ... my first owner didn’t like me much. I wasn’t nice or cute enough, I guess. I never really have been nice enough for anyone. After him, I changed owners a lot until I was too old for most and too bitchy for the rest. I was sold to Hyunjoong when I was sixteen. I’ve been in that cage, in that window, since I was sixteen, so thank you. Thank you so much.”
And Jungkook knew that he was being thanked for more than just buying him.
Jungkook glanced over his shoulder at him and smiled. “Thanks for not running away. Thanks for giving me a chance.”
Yoongi looked up and met his eyes. “Thanks for giving me a choice.”
And Jungkook felt that same chest-tightening feeling he got whenever Taehyung smiled at him. He cleared his throat and looked away.
“So I have a couple hours, what do you want to do before I go to school?”
“Help you study.”
Jungkook whined. “No, fuck. Please don’t. I hate chemistry.”
Yoongi laughed. “Fine. I don’t care. I won’t tell on you.”
Jungkook sighed in relief.
“Unless you want to be in trouble?”
Jungkook’s spine stiffened.
Yoongi chuckled at him. “How the two of you haven’t fucked yet is beyond me.”
“We ... we just ... we’re just--”
Yoongi snorted. “Taking things slow. Right. I’d commend you for your self control, but why are you two making yourselves suffer like this?”
“Sex isn’t just about feeling good. It’s about trust and love and ... and ...”
“Feeling good?”
Jungkook sighed. “Yeah, fine. I just ... we’re just ...”
“Stupid.”
“Yeah.”
Yoongi chuckled. “Fine, fine. Just ... you know, don’t let me stop you, okay? I ... I ... if it’s okay if I listen, if I’m there, then ... with you two, I mean.”
Jungkook felt his cheeks blush. “Uh, yeah ...”
“I’m not really comfortable with ... um, helping you be pretty, you know, but I don’t mind watching.”
And Jungkook choked on nothing again.
>(^o^)<
Jungkook had looked reluctant to leave him after their talk, but Yoongi reminded him of his test. The pout he got was probably the cutest thing he’d ever seen, though Yoongi didn’t say that, lifting an eyebrow in a silent reprimand that he’d seen Taehyung do.
It worked, and Jungkook had huffed and gotten ready for school. The soft smile he sent to Yoongi in farewell had Yoongi smiling and hiding behind the couch, even as the door shut behind him.
Jungkook was in school, and then had to work, and Taehyung wasn’t going to be by until later. So the sudden knock on the door a little after one in the afternoon had Yoongi jumping in surprise and dropping the manhwa he’d been reading.
He stared at the closed door for long enough that the person on the other side knocked again.
Could he open it? Did he have permission? Did he want to? That was kind of dangerous for a hybrid to open the door? Who knew what was on the other side, friend or foe?
Just as he decided not to answer, a voice called through, “Suga? Are you there? It’s Seokjin, Jungkook and Taehyung’s friend.”
Yoongi held his breath. Seokjin, who had rescued a cat and made delicious curry.
“And Namjoon,” another voice said.
Yoongi didn’t think they were lying, so he dropped from the couch and padded to the door. He wasn’t quite tall enough to see through the peephole, but he smelled cat and he smelled ... food? Something smelled good.
He opened the door a crack and peered through into the hallway.
The man and the cat on the other side of the door were tall. Taller than Taehyung. And the human was so pretty, so handsome. He looked like an actor with his broad shoulders, plump lips, and strong cheekbones. He was wearing ripped up jeans and a pink T-shirt. The cat was so tall and his smile so wide, his cheeks were dimpled. He wore a pair of loose denim overalls over a gray T-shirt with a bulky tan sweater that Yoongi wanted to either destroy and play with the yarn or curl up in because it looked so warm. His hair was a shocking purple and the collar on his neck was pink with a matching tag in the shape of a heart. His ears and tail were brown, a few shades darker than his skin, and ending with a white tuft of fur.
Yoongi bit his lower lip with a canine.
Seokjin’s smile widened. “Hi, Suga. Is it okay if we come in? You don’t have to let us, but I brought some food.” He held up a canvas bag. “So we can have lunch, or you can take this and we’ll come another time when Jungkook-ie is here so you’re more comfortable.”
Yoongi stared at them both for a long time. Seokjin never lost his smile and Namjoon’s ears didn’t flatten at all in irritation. They just waited ... for him to make a decision.
Yoongi stepped away from the door and let it fall open. He scurried back quickly and went to the couch, sitting on the arm.
“Ah, thanks, Suga,” Seokjin said, stepping in. Both of them took off their shoes (pumas for Seokjin and Timberlands for Namjoon). Seokjin went to the kitchen and Namjoon moved right to him.
Yoongi fought the urge to lean back, his nostrils flaring. Namjoon smelled like cedar wood. It invaded everything around him, following him like a stream of stench. It was like a forest, but not a good forest smell like Jungkook’s. His nose scrunched up. Namjoon held out his hand, and Yoongi flinched unintentionally. Namjoon’s smile fell into a frown, and Yoongi sighed and shook his head. He wasn’t really used to people reaching for him except to hit him or pull his ears. Yoongi took a step back.
Namjoon still had his hand out and Yoongi leaned forward to sniff it. Still cedar. He tried not to gag at how strong it was. But ... there was something sweet, like vanilla? Like a warm cupcake?
“Cookies?” Yoongi said, voice soft.
Namjoon chuckled. “Seokjin, actually.”
“Namjoon,” Seokjin said. “You told me your washed your hands afterwards.”
Namjoon brought his hand up to his face and winked at Yoongi. “I love it when I still smell like my master.”
Yoongi fought back a blush.
“Taehyung-ie was right. You’re so cute,” Namjoon said.
Yoongi leveled him with a glare and crossed his arms.
Namjoon chuckled. “No point in getting upset with the truth.”
“Joon, shut up,” Seokjin said. “Are you hungry, Suga?”
Yoongi made an agreeing noise.
“I brought jjampong. It should still be warm, but I’ll pop it into the microwave just in case.”
Namjoon flopped down in Yoongi’s chair.
Yoongi tried not to glare more, but he’d have to really scent it again to get that cedar smell out. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t ... it was different than Jungkook’s forest-y smell. And Yoongi did not like it. It did not belong.
Yoongi snorted.
“Are Jungkook-ie and Taehyung-ie being nice to you?”
Yoongi thought about last night and blushed. “Y-yeah. Yeah. Jungkook is really nice and Taehyung ... Taehyung smells really good.”
Seokjin smiled and Namjoon outright laughed at him.
“He always smells like a flower,” Namjoon said. “Mostly roses. Sometimes lilac or carnations on his extra spicy days.”
Yoongi blushed and nodded. “It’s nice.”
“It is nice. You’re lucky he works in a hippy store. Jimin smells like chemical hair products.” Namjoon made a face.
“Don’t be mean,” Seokjin said. “You tell Jimin that he smells like oranges.”
“Well, I mean he does. When he’s naked and after a shower.”
Seokjin hummed. “Yeah. He smells really good. Speaking of smelling good, come and eat.”
Yoongi slid off the couch and headed to the table, Namjoon right behind him and a little too close. Yoongi sped up and took the chair he’d been using. Seokjin put down a bowl in front of him and he salivated. It smelled so good.
“Your seafood curry was really good,” Yoongi said.
“Thank you. I love to cook.”
“We don’t know why he doesn’t have his own restaurant.”
“Because I like the cafe,” Seokjin said. “My muffins are to die for.”
Silence settled while they tucked into their food. Yoongi could not describe it as anything but spicy, heavenly and so good. He said that out loud.
“Didn’t Hobi say that about your ass last night?” Namjoon asked.
“Yah!” Seokjin said and tossed a napkin at him.
Namjoon laughed, balled up the napkin, and threw it back. “So Suga, what does Jungkook-ie’s ass taste like?”
Yoongi sputtered and choked on his soup.
“Namjoon,” Seokjin admonished.
“What? I’m just curious.”
“And you know they haven’t done anything like that.”
“He smells like Taehyung, which means he smells like Jungkook because Jungkook has such a neutral smell that he always smells like Taehyung which means--”
“Which means he’s been living in this apartment with them. It doesn't mean they fucked!”
“I was being optimistic.”
“You were being crude,” Seokjin said and turned to Yoongi with a smile. “Sorry about that. He’s kind of a kinky horndog.”
“Horncat,” Namjoon muttered.
“It’s ridiculous to expect you to have that kind of relationship with TaeKook, especially since the two of them have barely gotten their shit together. Do you know how annoying it was to have to listen and watch them pine after each other?” Seokjin huffed and pointed his fork at Yoongi. “You’re so lucky that you missed all of that. It went on for years. Some days it was entertaining, but most days it was just plain annoying.”
“How ... how ... how did you ...” Yoongi bit his lip and saw Namjoon smirk and mentally said fuck it and asked, “How come you four are you four?”
“Ah, TaeTae told you?”
Yoongi nodded.
Seokjin smiled. “Well, Jimin and I have been together for almost five years.”
“Six,” Namjoon corrected.
“Fuck, you’re right.”
“I’m going to tell him you forgot.”
Seokjin smiled at him, eyes smouldering. “Just means I’ll get my punishment for it.”
Their eyes met and Yoongi felt violated. He stuck out his tongue and fake-gagged.
Seokjin giggled. “Sorry, Suga. To continue, a couple years ago, we were volunteering at Hybrid Services, and Namjoon and Hobi were brought in. We both knew that they were too tall and too old to be adopted again, so we took them home with us. I’ve never regretted it. Except for the day that Namjoon decided he was done listening to us fuck and joined us in bed.”
Namjoon rolled his eyes. “You regret that?”
“Your dick is huge, you ... you Dick Monster. That fucking hurt.”
“Well, it’s all your fault that I jumped you. You two fuck all the time. You still do!”
“We really do.”
“And Seokjin is loud,” Namjoon said to Yoongi. “Really, really loud, so hearing him whimper and cry for his Daddy was just way too much.”
“Kinda like that was,” Yoongi said with a wince. “Way too much information.”
Seokjin laughed. “Maybe, but Namjoon was persistent, and then a few days after that, he dragged Hobi between us all.”
“Because even two dicks weren’t enough to satisfy your come-guzzling ass.”
“Oh god, it’s so good with two dicks in my ass and one in my mouth--”
“Okay, stop,” Yoongi said and held up a hand.
Seokjin smiled at him. “Look, Taehyung said he liked you a lot, and Jungkook-ie is dealing with guilt because he’s attracted to you but Taehyung is his boyfriend. The three of you are just going to have to see how you fit together. But I’m going to tell you what I told Taehyung. He and Jungkook do not get to dictate what happens. If you don’t want to have sex with them, then you don’t have to. You have a choice. Taehyung already said he knew that, but Taehyung can seem like he’s being manipulative and pushy even when he’s just being honest.”
Yoongi swallowed. He understood that. “Last ... last night, they ...”
“Ah, so something did happen last night,” Namjoon said.
“Shut. Up.” Seokjin glared at him.
Namjoon smiled in innocence.
“They just ... were together, and I was listening. But afterwards, Taehyung was ... he was so nice, and he cleaned me up and let me sleep with them.”
Seokjin smiled. “But?”
“It’s ... too soon?” Yoongi said, his voice going quiet.
“If that's what you think, all you have to do is tell them that. They’ll respect you.”
Namjoon leaned forward, hands clasped together and suddenly serious. “It’s hard to say no when they’re nice to you.”
Yoongi met his eyes and knew that something had happened to him, probably forced to have sex like most cats. But he understood. He had probably been just like Yoongi at one point. Him and Hobi. Maybe one day they could all talk. Maybe ... maybe Namjoon would listen and really understand and help him decide what to do.
“But Taehyung will respect you,” Namjoon added, “the same way he respects Jungkook. Jungkook has never had a healthy relationship before, and Taehyung is trying to help him understand what love means.”
Yoongi nodded. “He ... he asked me to ...” Yoongi cleared his throat. “He asked me to help teach Jungkook how to show affection.”
“Well, isn’t that just the cutest thing?” Seokjin said. “You’re going to do so well at that.”
He blushed. “I hope so.”
Seokjin’s phone beeped and he glanced at it and chuckled. “A text from Taehyung, telling us that in no certain terms are we allowed to come over and bother you.”
“Guess that’s our cue to leave.”
“We’ll clean up first.”
“I can do it,” Yoongi said. “Thanks for lunch.”
“You’re welcome. I put the rest in the fridge for when the other two brats get here.”
Seokjin stood up and headed to the door, followed by Namjoon. After they put their shoes on, Seokjin smiled at him. “It was so nice to meet you, Suga. Your hair is a bit of a mess. Come down to the salon one day and Jimin-ie will fix it for you. Dye it any color you want.”
Yoongi smiled. “T-thank you.”
“Have a good night,” Namjoon said and winked at him.
Yoongi had no problems slamming the door in his smug face and he ignored the laughter he heard through the door.
>(^o^)<
Part 5: Slow. Go Slow.
Part 3: Spoil My Fun
Part 2: Cold Shower. Ice, Ice Cold.
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 4:
A/N: Still having troubles with my D key ... so yeah, I tried to be more diligent with editing, but there still might be more annoying typos than usual!
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Still Wednesday ...
“You okay, Suga?” Taehyung asked.
Jungkook looked up at his boyfriend first and then the cat who had his head in Taehyung’s lap and his legs thrown over Jungkook’s.
“Yeah, just ...” He scratched at his neck. “It’s just weird to not have a collar on and I keep feeling like something is missing.”
Taehyung smiled. “I’m pretty sure there’s something here that can be used until you decide if you want Jungkook to buy you another one or not. Go snuggle up with Muscles.” Taehyung patted Suga’s shoulder. “I like that nickname, by the way.”
“I like the muscles,” Suga said.
Taehyung chuckled and pushed at his shoulder. Suga shifted around until he was in Jungkook’s lap instead, head on his thigh and one hand wrapped around his knee. His body twisted enough for his tail to wave around before settling first against the curve of the couch and then against Jungkook’s neck. It tickled as it flicked over the skin, but Jungkook did not tell him to move it.
He watched as Taehyung went into his room. He heard rummaging. Just what was he looking for?
A satisfied “A-HA” echoed around the apartment, and Taehyung came back with a strip of black in his hands.
A choker. One of Jungkook’s chokers.
“I know he doesn’t look like it, but man, Kookie loves to dress up when we go out. And I mean dress up. Tight pants, barely there shirts, chokers; I remember fishnets once--”
Jungkook made an embarrassed noise.
“Before we started dating it was to pull tail, which he was very very good at, and now it’s to look beautiful so I have something to show off. Which he is also very good at.”
“Yah,” Jungkook said. “Shut up.”
“Sit up,” Taehyung said and scratched Suga’s head.
Suga shifted up and over, so he was straddling Jungkook’s thighs and he crossed his arms.
Taehyung put the choker on. It was just a thin strip of black fabric with a little jewel at the front.
“This is one of his simpler ones. He has one with a nice big hoop on it that makes it really easy to lead--”
“Taehyung!”
Taehyung giggled and smoothed the choker down, fingers stopping at the small jewel at the front.
“Feel better?”
Suga smiled and said, “Yeah. Yeah ... It’s ... stupid.”
“It isn’t stupid. I don’t think you should be wearing a collar at all, but you’re used to it. I want to help you feel comfortable.”
“T-thank you.”
Taehyung cupped his cheek, and Suga leaned into the touch. “You’re welcome, Kitty.”
Suga scrunched up his nose at the nickname.
“It looks really cute, um, hot, um ... fuck, nice. It looks nice on you,” Jungkook said, voice softer than he meant. He ignored Taehyung’s amused smile. The fuckhead.
Suga met his eyes and smiled widely at him, full smile, teeth, gums, eye crinkling. In the next moment, Suga pressed tight against his chest and his arms went around Jungkook’s lower back. He shifted and hummed and settled in against his shoulder.
“Thank you.”
Jungkook swallowed roughly and hugged him back.
“Too cute,” Taehyung whispered.
Jungkook glanced over at him just in time to see Taehyung tap his phone and take a picture of them.
“That one is going to be my phone background.”
Jungkook smiled and shut his eyes and leaned his head on Suga’s. His ears brushed against Jungkook’s cheeks.
“Never mind. That one is.”
Jungkook figured he could ask to see it later. He rubbed up and down Suga’s back, smiling when the pretty cat started purring.
“Am I staying over?” Taehyung asked.
Jungkook didn’t even look at him as he replied, “If you want to.”
“I always want to.”
“I always want you to.”
Suga snorted. “You two are gross.”
“Yah!” Taehyung said and flung himself at them, his arms going around Suga’s back and Jungkook’s neck. “Shut up. We’re fucking romantic as fuck.”
“Fucking isn’t romantic.”
Taehyung hummed and touched Suga’s neck, rubbing softly. “It can be.”
Suga huffed but didn’t reply. He shifted in Jungkook’s lap and that was so not a good idea because they were pressed so close together and Suga just fit against him so well and--
He cleared his throat and tried to shift away even though he was trapped between the couch and the cat.
Taehyung chuckled at him and lips pressed against his cheek and then his ear. “What are you thinking about, love, huh?”
It was a soft whisper, but one that Jungkook heard loud and clear. And so did Suga based on the way his ear twitched and swiveled to catch the sound.
“N-no-nothing. Shut up.”
“You sure? Are you sure you aren’t thinking about me, about my fingers and my mouth and your toys--”
Jungkook whined. “Hyung, shut up.”
Taehyung’s smile grew.
“He’s definitely thinking about something naughty,” Suga said and pushed away from his chest with a smirk.
“It’s not my fault,” Jungkook said immediately, barely realizing that his hands had fallen to Suga’s hips.
“True,” Taehyung said, leaning in to lick at Jungkook’s earlobe. “He’s young and can’t really control himself well yet.”
“What about you?” Suga asked.
Taehyung smirked. “I’m incredibly good at controlling him.”
“God, hyung, stop.”
Suga laughed.
“Please get off my lap.” Jungkook knew he was beet-red, knew that Suga could feel his hard dick against his thigh. God, that’s embarrassing. But Taehyung kept licking his ear and Suga was moving his leg, and he had this look on his face that was half entertained and half anxious, like he wasn’t sure if it was allowed or not.
Taehyung did not seem to care. And Taehyung should have cared as Jungkook’s boyfriend.
And Jungkook should have pushed Suga off his lap as Taehyung’s boyfriend.
The grip he had on Suga’s hips tightened. “Fuck, stop it.”
Taehyung finally pulled his mouth away from his ear and lips touched his cheek. “You’re no fun.”
“No fun,” Suga said with a pout.
Jungkook made a noise that was mostly just a grunt, but also a denial, but yeah, he had to ... just ... stop this. He gripped Suga’s waist and lifted him up and off his lap, toppling him to the free space on the couch, and then he stood up, walking toward the bedroom with his head ducked down and his cheeks flaming red because of his obvious erection. He tried to ignore Taehyung and Suga’s laughter and their conspiratorial whispers.
“Not just his muscles are hard,” Suga said.
“Hm, true, but that ass, though. He has such a pretty ass. And his thighs, when they tense up right before he comes. There isn’t anything more beautiful than that.”
“Leg day.”
Taehyung laughed. “It’s my favorite day.”
“I hate you both,” Jungkook said and flung himself on the bed, feet still on the floor, arms above his head. He tried to calm himself down.
>(^o^)<
Yoongi stayed on the couch as the two of them went to bed. Taehyung met his eyes, lifting an eyebrow in question and then jerked his head with a smile.
An invitation.
But Yoongi wasn’t ready for that. Not yet. He desperately wanted to sleep in bed with them, curl up between them and let them pet and touch him. But is that all they’d do? Didn’t they want to be alone or did they want Yoongi with them to touch and play? Taehyung had told him to wait, to not throw himself at Jungkook, but here he was, offering. Maybe it was just to sleep. But maybe ... he still didn’t trust them. Not yet. Not after Hyunjoong who never did more than touch him when he needed to fuck.
Logically he knew that the two of them would not hurt him during or afterwards, but he wasn’t sure. And uncertainty kept him on the couch, kept him curled up in a ball wearing Jungkook’s hoody and using Taehyung’s knit sweater as a blanket. He listened to their whispers, whispers that turned to moans and groans and Jungkook gasping Taehyung’s name. Sloppy wet sounds of a mouth on a dick had Yoongi’s cock so hard.
He fought the urge, he really did, but there wasn’t any point and his legs spread around a pillow and he bit down on a couch cushion as he humped it.
“Gonna eat you out,” Taehyung’s voice suddenly said, louder than before. “Want to lick you open and tug on your dick until you make a mess.”
Yoongi tried to muffle his own whines at that. His hips lifted a little, ass curling up, trying not to picture Taehyung behind him, licking at him.
Jungkook’s moans were louder but muffled and it was easy to picture him on his knees with his face pressed into a pillow while Taehyung licked at his asshole and fingered him open.
“You’re such a good boy,” Taehyung said. “So good to me and so good to Suga, being so nice to him and so affectionate.”
Yoongi held his breath, straining his ears to hear Jungkook’s response only to be met with more moans.
“Suga is so pretty and you’re taking care of him so well. I like to watch you touch him and hold him, and he likes you so much. You’re going to be so good for him, right?”
There wasn’t a response until a smack resounded through the room and Yoongi jumped in surprise.
“Right, baby? You’re going to be good for Suga, right?”
“Yes, yes, I will, I will. I’ll be good for Suga.”
“Good. If he has any complaints, I’m going to throw you over my lap and spank you, understand?”
“Yes, yes. I’ll be good. I’ll be good!”
Taehyung hummed and said, “You’re so good. You taste so good.”
Yoongi swallowed and listened to Taehyung lick at Jungkook’s body, the noises stopped being muffled and Jungkook’s moans were loud, the bed creaking.
“Come on, love, talk, you know I love it when you talk.”
Jungkook whined, but his broken voice obeyed. “T-tongue. Your t-tongue in my ass, l-licking ... and it’s so dirty and w-wet, I love ... I love how soft it feels and I’m not s-soft, god, I’m so h-h-hard. I want to c-come, I want to come!”
Yoongi’s head went light and his hips fucked down on the pillow. His ears went fuzzy and he lost the train of Jungkook’s cries in a rush of pleasure. He wasn’t sure if he moaned as he came, he wasn’t sure if he was making enough noise for the two of them to hear. He didn’t know anything but the pressure and the release, the way his body shook through his orgasm as he came dirty and wet into the boxers he was wearing.
When he came down, he cut off a whine in the back of his throat. How long had he been making that sound? He wasn’t sure, but the noises from the other side of the wall hadn’t tapered off. Gasps and whimpers and the sound of a hand on a dick and a mouth. Everything sounded so wet before a heavy moan had Yoongi’s body throbbing and his dick twitching in interest.
“So good with your mouth, Jungkook-ie. You look so good covered in my come.”
Yoongi buried his face in the pillow and pouted. He wanted to see that. He wanted ... he wanted ... and he could. He could do whatever he wanted. They said that before. He didn’t need permission. And Taehyung had invited him? That ... meant it was okay, right?
Yoongi slid off the couch, stumbling when his foot caught on Taehyung’s sweater. His legs shook and his boxers were a mess. He managed a few steps, and he didn’t realize he was whining until Taehyung appeared with a frown.
“You okay, darling?”
Naked. Taehyung was naked and his cock was hanging from his body, spent and an angry red. He was just as long as Yoongi thought he’d be, and he had perfectly shaped legs and his stomach held the faint lines of hidden strength. A dollop of come seeped from the slit and Yoongi pouted because he wanted a taste.
But in his stupor of pleasure, all he managed to say was, “Want,” and then meow with his arms outstretched.
Taehyung chuckled at him, and before Yoongi could protest, he’d picked him up, hands under his ass and carried him into the room. He curled up with a happy whimper and inhaled the strong spicy aroma of fresh roses.
“Look how pretty he is all covered in my come,” Taehyung whispered.
Yoongi opened his eyes from where his head was buried in Taehyung’s shoulder and gasped.
Jungkook was on his knees, as naked as Taehyung. He had heavy strips of come all over his face and dripping down onto his muscled chest. His abs were in stark relief, shimmering with sweat. And his dick. Fuck, his dick was thick, only half hard and hanging straight from his body and still dripping come.
“Isn’t he pretty?”
Yoongi nodded.
“Tell him,” Taehyung whispered. “He likes it when you tell him.”
Yoongi swallowed and tried to get his throat to work. “Pretty. Jungkook-ie is pretty.”
The worry slid off Jungkook’s face and he smiled.
“Go snuggle up with him while I get a towel to clean us up.” He settled Yoongi on the bed, and Yoongi didn’t move for a moment, still unsure of his place in this strange situation. Jungkook held out a hand and Yoongi moved closer to him, still slow, his ears perked up in caution, ready to flee if Jungkook decided to hit him for intruding.
The bathroom light flared on, water ran, and in the bit of noise, Yoongi shifted enough for Jungkook to touch him, just on his shoulder and down his arm, and Yoongi wanted to touch too because Jungkook naked was such a gorgeous thing, but he didn’t know where to touch or what to touch first.
“Are ... are you okay?” Jungkook whispered.
Yoongi bit off another whine and nodded. He was ... mostly, but he didn’t know what to do or how this suddenly happened or what to expect next. He wasn’t really expecting a hand on his chin to lift up his face and he met Jungkook’s eyes for a moment before he blushed and tried to look away.
Jungkook’s grip on his chin softened and turned to a light touch on his cheek and then up his face to the fall of hair and then his ears and his head. He didn’t do anything more than that, run his hand through Yoongi’s hair and touch his ears. Something he’d been doing all day. And Yoongi sagged in relief because he knew how to react to this. He fell to his hands and knees and rubbed his cheek up against Jungkook’s shoulder. Jungkook’s scent was so strong, an Yoongi wasn’t sure if he was trying to cover himself in it, or trying to cover Jungkook in his.
Clothed or naked, it still felt so good to be close to someone.
“You two are so cute,” Taehyung said behind them.
Yoongi turned his head and smiled at him, and Taehyung smiled back before using the cloth to clean Jungkook’s face and skin.
“Did you make a mess, too, Kitty?” Taehyung asked, lips suddenly against Yoongi’s ear.
Yoongi flushed and nodded, trying to hide against Jungkook’s skin. “I’m messy.”
“We heard you panting,” Taehyung said, pulling at Yoongi’s boxers, “and then whining. It sounded so pretty.”
Yoongi whined and shifted to let Taehyung take the boxers off.
“Ah, definitely a mess. We’re so glad that you felt good, darling.”
Yoongi blushed even more at the warm touch of a wet towel on his skin, over his dick and down his legs.
“God,” Taehyung whispered.
Yoongi whined and tried to pull away to curl his legs up and hide himself.
“Ah, Kitty, I’m sorry.” The cloth left and instead there were hands, up and down his thighs and then on his waist. Taehyung nuzzled his neck and then pulled him close with hands under the sweater.
Yoongi was so lost. He didn’t know what to do or what was happening or how to react. His head felt fuzzy and his body was too warm. He definitely didn’t think tears were the right reaction, but his breathing was heavy and his eyes wet. With Taehyung cooing at him and the tightness in his chest getting worse, crying seemed to be all he could do.
There were other whispers and then the bed moving and hands on his body. He let them move his limbs and let them press kisses to his cheeks and neck. He didn’t realize what they were doing until his lower half was covered with another pair of boxers and he was pressed in against Jungkook’s chest, but not a bare chest. He was wearing a soft white T-shirt and boxerbriefs. Yoongi’s head cleared enough to be embarrassed and his tears stopped and he whined.
Jungkook hushed him, holding him tighter. “It’s okay, you’re okay.”
Warmth pressed against his back as Taehyung settled behind him. “Sh, Kitty, relax, take a few deep breaths, we’ll talk about this tomorrow morning, okay? Just relax.”
>(^o^)<
Yoongi woke up in the middle of the night, smashed between the other two. He woke up scared, not knowing where he was or who he was in bed with, and then everything crashed into him, and he went from scared to embarrassed in a heartbeat. He pushed his way out from between them, waking Taehyung.
“B-bathr-room,” Yoongi stuttered.
“Better come back,” Taehyung said and went back to sleep, and Yoongi escaped.
He closed himself in the bathroom, trying to calm his panicking breaths. He had acted like such a desperate whore rutting one out while listening to the two of them and even worse than a desperate whore afterwards.
A love-drunk pet.
That’s what he was now, a pet that craved attention and begged for it and was no better than any other pet in their world now that he had an owner. He ...
Broken.
He felt broken. And he didn’t like it. Not at all. He didn’t feel like himself. He wasn’t acting like himself.
Taehyung ... Taehyung had said it was all too soon and all too new, and maybe that was it. Too much all at once. And he said they were going to talk about it. Yoongi did not want to talk about it. Not yet.
Yoongi had to get away, at least for a little while. But the thought of leaving had his chest tightening in fear. He wasn’t registered, he didn’t have a collar. He’d be taken as soon as someone saw him. He’d have to live on the run, dodging people and never being close to anyone again.
Before that had sounded like the dream. Freedom. It was just beyond the door or out the window and down the fire escape. But this dream ... he could not give this dream up. He did not want to wake up yet.
There was nowhere to hide in this small apartment. Not that he’d found anyway. Maybe Jungkook’s closet. It wasn’t a good hiding spot, but for now that would be enough. They wouldn’t find him right away especially if he hid behind a pile of clothes in one of the larger cubbies.
Yoongi slunk quietly out of the bathroom and along the wall beside the bed. Neither of its occupants stirred. A pillow lay on the floor and Yoongi scooped it up in his arms and buried his face into it. The closet sliding door was shut, and Yoongi hoped he’d be able to open it without making noise.
Something darker than everything else caught his eye. The amount of light coming from the bedroom window was enough for Yoongi to have no problems seeing. But this was real darkness, where no light seeped in. A dark shadowy space under the bed.
And Yoongi remembered. Jungkook’s bed frame had drawers on each side for extra storage, a smart idea in such a small space. But the drawers did not go the entire width of the bed. There was a small space between the drawers on each side, just big enough for Yoongi to shimmy through.
Smiling in relief, Yoongi crawled into the dark space, twisted around the pillow, and finally relaxed. Enclosed on five sides with a hidden entrance and exit. His breathing evened out, his heart stopped pounding, and his brain stopped panicking. It was enough for now. He’d get his thoughts in order and come out when he wanted to. When he was ready to talk about whatever was going on in his head. He didn’t even know what was going on in his head. Figuring that out was first. He’d deal with this unavoidable attraction to his owner and his owner’s boyfriend afterwards.
>(^o^)<
Thursday ...
Jungkook was half way through his morning cup of coffee before he realized that he hadn’t seen Suga anywhere. He sat up and rubbed his eyes.
“Fuck.”
He knew why the cat was gone. Last night, he’d only put up a little resistance to Taehyung’s touches, and then his mouth had been on and inside Jungkook’s ass and he forgot why he had been resisting in the first place.
And Suga had seen them both naked and Jungkook covered in Taehyung’s come.
Fuck. He needed to find Suga and apologize.
Staggering to his feet, he called the cat’s name. Or his pet name. Why wouldn’t he tell them his real name? But ... now he wouldn’t, not since they’d pushed him too much and ruined everything.
“Suga?”
“He’s hiding,” Taehyung said and settled his hands on Jungkook’s waist and his chin on Jungkook’s shoulder.
“We have to find him. What if he left? What if he’s mad at us? What if--”
“Shush,” Taehyung said and kissed his neck. “He didn’t leave. The deadbolt is still locked and the window isn’t open. I looked for him earlier, but then realized that he didn’t want to be found, so stop worrying. He’s still here.”
“Did we fuck up?”
“We? No, we didn’t. Me, maybe. I was the one in the most control of the situation. You were still on a high from your orgasm and so was he. I can’t really explain my own headspace except that I thought it’d be a good idea to clean him up and take care of him. He’ll appear when he’s ready or when he’s hungry, whichever comes first.”
“Fuck, I have class.”
“So do I.”
Jungkook buried his face in his hands. “That was so stupid.”
Taehyung chuckled and started trailing his fingers along Jungkook’s back. “No, it wasn’t. It was stupid to not talk about things first, but I don’t regret it. I don’t regret turning you into a whimpering mess with my tongue and fingers in your ass and I don’t regret coming all over your pretty face. I don’t regret letting Suga see you that way or taking care of him the same way I take care of you. Do you regret any of that?”
“You got come in my eye, so ...”
Taehyung laughed. “Baby, sorry.”
Jungkook smiled. “No, I don’t regret it, but I worry about him. Do you think he regrets it?”
Taehyung shrugged and shifted around to sit in Jungkook’s lap. The chair squeaked ominously to the added weight, but Jungkook easily held him.
“I don’t think it matters what I think. We’ll talk to him and ask him. I think I pushed him a little too much, so we’ll go at his pace and what he wants. Unless ...” Taehyung leaned back and stared at him for a long time.
“What?”
“I guess you and I should talk first.”
Jungkook swallowed.
“You like Suga?”
Jungkook winced and could not stop the flush up his cheeks.
“He’s pretty,” Taehyung said, “and I know you like that idea of a cat in your bed. I’ve seen how you’ve lusted after Hobi-hyung a few times.”
“I haven’t--”
“Yes, you have. Don’t even lie. I see the way you look at him when he dances. Hell, I look at him the same way. That body of his is a wet dream. And you like the idea of claws in your skin, you masochist.”
Jungkook cleared his throat. “Fine, yes. And yes, Suga is pretty, but I don’t even know him.”
“And that is the problem, isn’t it? It is too soon.”
“You like Suga?” Jungkook whispered.
Taehyung smiled and nodded. “I do. I don’t ... I don’t want him to feel like a sex slave though. He obviously has some insecurities and problems that he’s dealing with, but he’s more than just a pet and I don’t want him to think that as a hybrid, he has to pleasure his owner and his owner’s boyfriend.”
“And we are, right? Boyfriends?”
“Silly baby.”
“I’m serious. I mean, I ... last night, I came thinking of Suga on top of me, and ...”
“And I’m the one that was whispering dirty things about Suga in your ear. So I can’t really blame you for coming so hard at that.”
“Why ... what ...”
“Suga is adorable and we both like him. You like him a lot, and I want him to be able to make his own choice, which is why I feel bad about last night because I feel like I took that away from him. He isn’t going to be our little toy and he isn’t going to be something fun that we use every now and then. If he’s part of us, then he’s part of us, and the two of us have been in love for so long that we owe it to him to show him what that means. I love you, Jeon Jungkook, and adding Suga to us, to this--” He leaned forward for a short kiss. “--isn’t going to change that. It will only enhance it because you’re beautiful and the way you love is beautiful. So strong and so pushy about it. Do you love me?”
Jungkook’s eyes widen. “Yes, fuck yes. You know I do. You know I love you.”
Taehyung smirked. “Good. And that won’t change at all if we give Suga everything he needs, yeah?”
Jungkook nodded. “No, that won’t change.”
“So we have to find out what Suga needs. Or you do. I have to leave.”
Taehyung kissed his pout away, a long drawn out kiss full of his tongue and lips and a few bites. Jungkook tightened his grip on Taehyung’s back. Jungkook sank into the kiss. It was so easy to kiss his best friend. Taehyung tangled his fingers into Jungkook’s hair and he moaned, gasping at the sudden pull that had his head forced back, and Taehyung attacked his neck. Jungkook breathed deeply, trying not to get too excited at the combination of Taehyung sucking and biting a mark into his neck.
“Didn’t do that last night,” Taehyung whispered against the sensitive skin. “Forgot to mark up what is mine.”
“Another, please?” Jungkook begged, ending on a questioning whine.
Taehyung tugged at his shirt and bit down on his collarbone, chewing on the skin and leaving a series of marks that blended into one large one.
“Fuck, hyung.”
Taehyung chuckled. “I work right after class today, but you don’t mind if I come over afterwards, do you?”
“No, no. Not at all.”
“Are you going to be all pretty for me when I get here?”
Jungkook swallowed. Pretty? Fuck. Pretty in Taehyung’s book meant on his hands and knees with his ass in the air and a plug inside himself.
“Y-yes. Yes, I’ll be pretty.”
“Good boy. Tell Suga all about it beforehand. Let him slide that plug into you if he wants to.”
“Oh god.”
Taehyung smiled. “My good baby.”
Jungkook got another kiss, and then Taehyung stood up. “We have to get ready for class which means I have to go.”
Jungkook pouted.
“I don’t want to go either. Maybe one day we’ll live together, but I see that being more time in bed and less time at school and work than we both can afford right now.”
Jungkook smiled. “Sounds like heaven, though.”
“Yeah, it does. Have a good day, my love.”
“You, too.”
“Bye Suga!” Taehyung suddenly shouted through the apartment. “Don’t let Jungkook play video games all morning. He has a test at ten.”
“Fuck you,” Jungkook mumbled because those had been his exact plans. He did not want to study chemistry any more than he had to and he had a B in the class. That was good enough.
Jungkook was kissed again, right on his pout, before Taehyung flounced out the door. “Bye, darlings!”
Darlings. Plural.
Jungkook rubbed his face again. Taehyung always went full steam ahead with things like this. If he didn’t, Jungkook was sure they’d both still be pining away at each other, neither one daring enough to take that first step into a relationship.
Jungkook remembered being nervous, more than anything else. Nervous and insecure and so worried if he was kissing Taehyung correctly. Wasn’t kissing your best friend supposed to be different?
It wasn’t.
And it was. His heart never hammered so hard in chest before. His skin never shivered at just a gentle touch on his neck before. And his dick never almost came just from a kiss before. He had been ready to climb on Taehyung’s dick and never get off. But Taehyung had slowed them down, explained that it wasn’t just a one-time deal, that he’d been in love with Jungkook for so long, and he needed Jungkook to be serious.
Neither of them had been chaste nor discreet with their past affairs before, but that’s all they were. Affairs. Nothing compared to the overwhelming love he had for his best friend.
Jungkook understood. He wanted Taehyung to feel and understand the love that he held in his heart and body.
Sometimes it still felt weird. Not ever in the bedroom, but when they went out to lunch or just hung out somewhere. They were dates now. A few months ago they weren’t dates.
A muffled sound came from the bedroom, and Jungkook sat up straight and silent as Suga slinked around the bedroom wall. He kept his eyes down, his ears twitched, and his tail swished on the floor. Rubbing at his arm, he stopped, right in the middle of the living room so the couch and the table were between them.
Jungkook froze for a moment. He didn’t know what to say. He was mostly out of it when Suga came to join them in bed. He remembered enough to know that they’d both made a mess and Suga had seen him completely naked with come all over his face.
Jungkook blushed and looked away, too.
“Um ... hi?” Suga said, clearing his throat afterwards.
“Hi,” Jungkook replied. “There’s cereal.”
Suga nodded. “Not ... not hungry yet.”
“Okay. Coffee?”
“Sure.”
Jungkook scrambled out of the chair and into the kitchen, shaking hands missing the cupboard knob the first time. He heard Suga sit at the table, but didn’t turn around.
“My name is Yoongi. Min Yoongi.”
Jungkook almost dropped the coffee pot. It clattered to the counter before he could steady it and then he spun around and swayed before he could steady himself. He gripped the edge of the counter with both hands and his foot almost slid out from underneath him.
And he choked. On nothing.
“Huh?”
Real smart, Jungkook.
Suga cleared his throat and rubbed at his neck again. “Yoongi. My name is Min Yoongi.” He glanced up briefly and then looked away, claw digging into the table top.
Jungkook stared at him with wide eyes, and then he smiled. “Hi, Min Yoongi. It’s nice to meet you.”
Suga ... Yoongi ...
Yoongi smiled. He didn’t lift his head. His claw left the table and he ran his finger around the choker.
Jungkook stared at him a little longer and then went back to the coffee. His own cup had gotten cold so he made enough for both of them. He startled when Yoongi started talking again.
“I was born in ninety-three. I don’t know who my father is. Probably her master. I was taken to Hybrid Services and then adopted, but ... my first owner didn’t like me much. I wasn’t nice or cute enough, I guess. I never really have been nice enough for anyone. After him, I changed owners a lot until I was too old for most and too bitchy for the rest. I was sold to Hyunjoong when I was sixteen. I’ve been in that cage, in that window, since I was sixteen, so thank you. Thank you so much.”
And Jungkook knew that he was being thanked for more than just buying him.
Jungkook glanced over his shoulder at him and smiled. “Thanks for not running away. Thanks for giving me a chance.”
Yoongi looked up and met his eyes. “Thanks for giving me a choice.”
And Jungkook felt that same chest-tightening feeling he got whenever Taehyung smiled at him. He cleared his throat and looked away.
“So I have a couple hours, what do you want to do before I go to school?”
“Help you study.”
Jungkook whined. “No, fuck. Please don’t. I hate chemistry.”
Yoongi laughed. “Fine. I don’t care. I won’t tell on you.”
Jungkook sighed in relief.
“Unless you want to be in trouble?”
Jungkook’s spine stiffened.
Yoongi chuckled at him. “How the two of you haven’t fucked yet is beyond me.”
“We ... we just ... we’re just--”
Yoongi snorted. “Taking things slow. Right. I’d commend you for your self control, but why are you two making yourselves suffer like this?”
“Sex isn’t just about feeling good. It’s about trust and love and ... and ...”
“Feeling good?”
Jungkook sighed. “Yeah, fine. I just ... we’re just ...”
“Stupid.”
“Yeah.”
Yoongi chuckled. “Fine, fine. Just ... you know, don’t let me stop you, okay? I ... I ... if it’s okay if I listen, if I’m there, then ... with you two, I mean.”
Jungkook felt his cheeks blush. “Uh, yeah ...”
“I’m not really comfortable with ... um, helping you be pretty, you know, but I don’t mind watching.”
And Jungkook choked on nothing again.
>(^o^)<
Jungkook had looked reluctant to leave him after their talk, but Yoongi reminded him of his test. The pout he got was probably the cutest thing he’d ever seen, though Yoongi didn’t say that, lifting an eyebrow in a silent reprimand that he’d seen Taehyung do.
It worked, and Jungkook had huffed and gotten ready for school. The soft smile he sent to Yoongi in farewell had Yoongi smiling and hiding behind the couch, even as the door shut behind him.
Jungkook was in school, and then had to work, and Taehyung wasn’t going to be by until later. So the sudden knock on the door a little after one in the afternoon had Yoongi jumping in surprise and dropping the manhwa he’d been reading.
He stared at the closed door for long enough that the person on the other side knocked again.
Could he open it? Did he have permission? Did he want to? That was kind of dangerous for a hybrid to open the door? Who knew what was on the other side, friend or foe?
Just as he decided not to answer, a voice called through, “Suga? Are you there? It’s Seokjin, Jungkook and Taehyung’s friend.”
Yoongi held his breath. Seokjin, who had rescued a cat and made delicious curry.
“And Namjoon,” another voice said.
Yoongi didn’t think they were lying, so he dropped from the couch and padded to the door. He wasn’t quite tall enough to see through the peephole, but he smelled cat and he smelled ... food? Something smelled good.
He opened the door a crack and peered through into the hallway.
The man and the cat on the other side of the door were tall. Taller than Taehyung. And the human was so pretty, so handsome. He looked like an actor with his broad shoulders, plump lips, and strong cheekbones. He was wearing ripped up jeans and a pink T-shirt. The cat was so tall and his smile so wide, his cheeks were dimpled. He wore a pair of loose denim overalls over a gray T-shirt with a bulky tan sweater that Yoongi wanted to either destroy and play with the yarn or curl up in because it looked so warm. His hair was a shocking purple and the collar on his neck was pink with a matching tag in the shape of a heart. His ears and tail were brown, a few shades darker than his skin, and ending with a white tuft of fur.
Yoongi bit his lower lip with a canine.
Seokjin’s smile widened. “Hi, Suga. Is it okay if we come in? You don’t have to let us, but I brought some food.” He held up a canvas bag. “So we can have lunch, or you can take this and we’ll come another time when Jungkook-ie is here so you’re more comfortable.”
Yoongi stared at them both for a long time. Seokjin never lost his smile and Namjoon’s ears didn’t flatten at all in irritation. They just waited ... for him to make a decision.
Yoongi stepped away from the door and let it fall open. He scurried back quickly and went to the couch, sitting on the arm.
“Ah, thanks, Suga,” Seokjin said, stepping in. Both of them took off their shoes (pumas for Seokjin and Timberlands for Namjoon). Seokjin went to the kitchen and Namjoon moved right to him.
Yoongi fought the urge to lean back, his nostrils flaring. Namjoon smelled like cedar wood. It invaded everything around him, following him like a stream of stench. It was like a forest, but not a good forest smell like Jungkook’s. His nose scrunched up. Namjoon held out his hand, and Yoongi flinched unintentionally. Namjoon’s smile fell into a frown, and Yoongi sighed and shook his head. He wasn’t really used to people reaching for him except to hit him or pull his ears. Yoongi took a step back.
Namjoon still had his hand out and Yoongi leaned forward to sniff it. Still cedar. He tried not to gag at how strong it was. But ... there was something sweet, like vanilla? Like a warm cupcake?
“Cookies?” Yoongi said, voice soft.
Namjoon chuckled. “Seokjin, actually.”
“Namjoon,” Seokjin said. “You told me your washed your hands afterwards.”
Namjoon brought his hand up to his face and winked at Yoongi. “I love it when I still smell like my master.”
Yoongi fought back a blush.
“Taehyung-ie was right. You’re so cute,” Namjoon said.
Yoongi leveled him with a glare and crossed his arms.
Namjoon chuckled. “No point in getting upset with the truth.”
“Joon, shut up,” Seokjin said. “Are you hungry, Suga?”
Yoongi made an agreeing noise.
“I brought jjampong. It should still be warm, but I’ll pop it into the microwave just in case.”
Namjoon flopped down in Yoongi’s chair.
Yoongi tried not to glare more, but he’d have to really scent it again to get that cedar smell out. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t ... it was different than Jungkook’s forest-y smell. And Yoongi did not like it. It did not belong.
Yoongi snorted.
“Are Jungkook-ie and Taehyung-ie being nice to you?”
Yoongi thought about last night and blushed. “Y-yeah. Yeah. Jungkook is really nice and Taehyung ... Taehyung smells really good.”
Seokjin smiled and Namjoon outright laughed at him.
“He always smells like a flower,” Namjoon said. “Mostly roses. Sometimes lilac or carnations on his extra spicy days.”
Yoongi blushed and nodded. “It’s nice.”
“It is nice. You’re lucky he works in a hippy store. Jimin smells like chemical hair products.” Namjoon made a face.
“Don’t be mean,” Seokjin said. “You tell Jimin that he smells like oranges.”
“Well, I mean he does. When he’s naked and after a shower.”
Seokjin hummed. “Yeah. He smells really good. Speaking of smelling good, come and eat.”
Yoongi slid off the couch and headed to the table, Namjoon right behind him and a little too close. Yoongi sped up and took the chair he’d been using. Seokjin put down a bowl in front of him and he salivated. It smelled so good.
“Your seafood curry was really good,” Yoongi said.
“Thank you. I love to cook.”
“We don’t know why he doesn’t have his own restaurant.”
“Because I like the cafe,” Seokjin said. “My muffins are to die for.”
Silence settled while they tucked into their food. Yoongi could not describe it as anything but spicy, heavenly and so good. He said that out loud.
“Didn’t Hobi say that about your ass last night?” Namjoon asked.
“Yah!” Seokjin said and tossed a napkin at him.
Namjoon laughed, balled up the napkin, and threw it back. “So Suga, what does Jungkook-ie’s ass taste like?”
Yoongi sputtered and choked on his soup.
“Namjoon,” Seokjin admonished.
“What? I’m just curious.”
“And you know they haven’t done anything like that.”
“He smells like Taehyung, which means he smells like Jungkook because Jungkook has such a neutral smell that he always smells like Taehyung which means--”
“Which means he’s been living in this apartment with them. It doesn't mean they fucked!”
“I was being optimistic.”
“You were being crude,” Seokjin said and turned to Yoongi with a smile. “Sorry about that. He’s kind of a kinky horndog.”
“Horncat,” Namjoon muttered.
“It’s ridiculous to expect you to have that kind of relationship with TaeKook, especially since the two of them have barely gotten their shit together. Do you know how annoying it was to have to listen and watch them pine after each other?” Seokjin huffed and pointed his fork at Yoongi. “You’re so lucky that you missed all of that. It went on for years. Some days it was entertaining, but most days it was just plain annoying.”
“How ... how ... how did you ...” Yoongi bit his lip and saw Namjoon smirk and mentally said fuck it and asked, “How come you four are you four?”
“Ah, TaeTae told you?”
Yoongi nodded.
Seokjin smiled. “Well, Jimin and I have been together for almost five years.”
“Six,” Namjoon corrected.
“Fuck, you’re right.”
“I’m going to tell him you forgot.”
Seokjin smiled at him, eyes smouldering. “Just means I’ll get my punishment for it.”
Their eyes met and Yoongi felt violated. He stuck out his tongue and fake-gagged.
Seokjin giggled. “Sorry, Suga. To continue, a couple years ago, we were volunteering at Hybrid Services, and Namjoon and Hobi were brought in. We both knew that they were too tall and too old to be adopted again, so we took them home with us. I’ve never regretted it. Except for the day that Namjoon decided he was done listening to us fuck and joined us in bed.”
Namjoon rolled his eyes. “You regret that?”
“Your dick is huge, you ... you Dick Monster. That fucking hurt.”
“Well, it’s all your fault that I jumped you. You two fuck all the time. You still do!”
“We really do.”
“And Seokjin is loud,” Namjoon said to Yoongi. “Really, really loud, so hearing him whimper and cry for his Daddy was just way too much.”
“Kinda like that was,” Yoongi said with a wince. “Way too much information.”
Seokjin laughed. “Maybe, but Namjoon was persistent, and then a few days after that, he dragged Hobi between us all.”
“Because even two dicks weren’t enough to satisfy your come-guzzling ass.”
“Oh god, it’s so good with two dicks in my ass and one in my mouth--”
“Okay, stop,” Yoongi said and held up a hand.
Seokjin smiled at him. “Look, Taehyung said he liked you a lot, and Jungkook-ie is dealing with guilt because he’s attracted to you but Taehyung is his boyfriend. The three of you are just going to have to see how you fit together. But I’m going to tell you what I told Taehyung. He and Jungkook do not get to dictate what happens. If you don’t want to have sex with them, then you don’t have to. You have a choice. Taehyung already said he knew that, but Taehyung can seem like he’s being manipulative and pushy even when he’s just being honest.”
Yoongi swallowed. He understood that. “Last ... last night, they ...”
“Ah, so something did happen last night,” Namjoon said.
“Shut. Up.” Seokjin glared at him.
Namjoon smiled in innocence.
“They just ... were together, and I was listening. But afterwards, Taehyung was ... he was so nice, and he cleaned me up and let me sleep with them.”
Seokjin smiled. “But?”
“It’s ... too soon?” Yoongi said, his voice going quiet.
“If that's what you think, all you have to do is tell them that. They’ll respect you.”
Namjoon leaned forward, hands clasped together and suddenly serious. “It’s hard to say no when they’re nice to you.”
Yoongi met his eyes and knew that something had happened to him, probably forced to have sex like most cats. But he understood. He had probably been just like Yoongi at one point. Him and Hobi. Maybe one day they could all talk. Maybe ... maybe Namjoon would listen and really understand and help him decide what to do.
“But Taehyung will respect you,” Namjoon added, “the same way he respects Jungkook. Jungkook has never had a healthy relationship before, and Taehyung is trying to help him understand what love means.”
Yoongi nodded. “He ... he asked me to ...” Yoongi cleared his throat. “He asked me to help teach Jungkook how to show affection.”
“Well, isn’t that just the cutest thing?” Seokjin said. “You’re going to do so well at that.”
He blushed. “I hope so.”
Seokjin’s phone beeped and he glanced at it and chuckled. “A text from Taehyung, telling us that in no certain terms are we allowed to come over and bother you.”
“Guess that’s our cue to leave.”
“We’ll clean up first.”
“I can do it,” Yoongi said. “Thanks for lunch.”
“You’re welcome. I put the rest in the fridge for when the other two brats get here.”
Seokjin stood up and headed to the door, followed by Namjoon. After they put their shoes on, Seokjin smiled at him. “It was so nice to meet you, Suga. Your hair is a bit of a mess. Come down to the salon one day and Jimin-ie will fix it for you. Dye it any color you want.”
Yoongi smiled. “T-thank you.”
“Have a good night,” Namjoon said and winked at him.
Yoongi had no problems slamming the door in his smug face and he ignored the laughter he heard through the door.
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Part 5: Slow. Go Slow.
Part 3: Spoil My Fun
Part 2: Cold Shower. Ice, Ice Cold.
Part 1: Taehyung Was Going To Kill Him
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