Go Get Him, Tiger 7/?
Title: Go Get Him, Tiger 7/?
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 7:
Yoongi piggybacked on Taehyung’s shoulders on the way home. At least for a little while. They traded with each inebriated step.
Yoongi felt his head spinning. It’d been so long since he last drank alcohol. Fuck. They kept slipping him shots at the bar they’d gone to despite the bartender’s growls at them giving their product to a hybrid. Well, they paid for it. So the guy could just fuck right off.
Taehyung was the most sober. Jungkook kept wobbling and swaying on his feet.
At first, Yoongi felt that it was safer for him to walk, but he couldn’t even get his body to cooperate and this weird thing behind him that was his tail kept tripping him up.
So he rode on Jungkook, and then on Taehyung, back and forth until they were back home and Yoongi decided that crawling up the stairs with Jungkook was safer.
“Shit, I should be able to drink better than this,” Jungkook muttered.
Taehyung hummed. “Maybe, but you hadda lot to drink. We all did. Ugh, even Suga-darling.”
Yoongi growled at that combination, something Taehyung had been doing all night through dinner. Through their celebration.
He’d growled when Taehyung called it that too because Yoongi would have much rather been sober when they got home to celebrate with far less clothes, but with all three of them drunk, that wasn’t going to happen.
As the most sober one, Taehyung unlocked the door and made sure they were settled on the couch before fumbling his way to the kitchen for bottled waters. He brought back three and sank down on the floor, leaning his head against Yoongi’s thigh.
“I think I’m too tired to drink more,” Jungkook said.
“Too bad. Guzzle it up,” Taehyung demanded. “It won’t cure the hangover, but you’ll thank me in the morning.”
“I’d thank you tonight if you’d let me suck your dick.”
Taehyung spluttered out a mouthful of water.
Yoongi chuckled and ran his hands through Taehyung’s hair. “I want to do that, too.”
“So glad it’s Saturday tomorrow.”
“Same.”
Yoongi listened to them talk, more mumbles than anything explicit. It was a soft murmur and a comforting one. Much better than listening to the sounds of Hyunjoong fucking one of the other pets. Especially Kimi, the mouse, who squeaked in the most annoying way and then cried when Hyunjoong got too rough.
God, the cries were annoying. The little simpering whines. Yoongi had told her more than once to just shut up and take it before he got angry. He’d been one of the few that barely made any noise with Hyunjoong. Maybe that’s why he was hit harder.
Or maybe it’s just because you’re a filthy slut that likes it rough. A whore of the worst order that isn’t ever going to get better than me.
Hyunjoong’s face swam above him. His fingers tightened in a painful grip around his biceps, nails digging into the soft skin under his arms. Yoongi squirmed, trying to get away from him, only to be met with the clinking of handcuffs on his wrists on the pipe in the bathroom that Hyunjoong always attached him to.
“You can’t get out, you can’t ever leave, you can’t escape. You’re just a dirty whore.”
Yoongi felt it, felt his body taken and held down, felt the press of the floor to his face, the harsh fucking of Hyunjoong’s dick, and he knew it was wrong, he knew it wasn’t real. He wasn’t there anymore, he knew he wasn’t!
But he couldn’t scream, not past the dirty sock shoved in his mouth. He couldn’t move or breathe around the collar on his neck pulled tight by the leash wrapped up in Hyunjoong’s hand.
But it wasn’t tight, he had a new one! He did! It was ... it wasn’t red. And not harsh. It didn’t hurt, not like this. It was soft and pretty and--
“Yoongi, Yoongi! Yoongi!”
Hyunjoong’s mouth moved but it wasn’t his voice. He never called Yoongi by his real name. So who was it? Not Hyunjoong, someone else, someone he didn’t know. Someone hurting him.
With a gasp, Yoongi sat up and swiped up and to the left, quick and sharp, a sudden cry letting him know he’d hit his target. He rolled backwards off a bed and onto his ass, and then his head throbbed and his stomach swam and he fought the urge to throw up.
Moaning, he curled up into a ball, hands over his head and tried to remember what the hell happened.
Fuck, it’d been a dream. That’s all. Just a nightmare, back at the pet shop. It wasn’t Hyunjoong who he attacked.
His head shot up and he saw Taehyung on the bed with one hand pressed to his arm, blood smeared on his skin.
“Oh god, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
He tried to move to him, but his stomach swam again and this time he knew he couldn’t beat it back. Staggering, he fell to his knees on the cold fake-tiled floor as he entered the bathroom, and he just barely made it before he was throwing up in the toilet.
Once, and then twice, and then a third time, before a hand reached over him and flushed, and he sank down on the floor, pressing his face to the cool tile.
He twitched when a hand touched his side.
Soft murmurs filled his ears, nothing like the sarcastic and demeaning voice of his previous owner. He tried to listen.
“You’re okay, you’re safe, Yoongi. You’re with me and Taehyung at my apartment, remember? We had too much to drink last night, and now we’ve learned that you are not getting alcohol again. Or at least not that much. And don’t worry about Taehyung, you just scratched him a little. He’ll be okay. Just like you’re okay.”
Yoongi let the voice calm him down, let himself breathe, let himself cry, and then he twisted around and put his head on Jungkook’s firm thigh and let himself be petted.
“Darling, darling. Sweet, Suga-darling, are you okay?”
Yoongi tried to lift his head again and he blinked his eyes, trying to clear his vision.
“Do you need to throw up again?”
Yoongi shook his head, and then regretted that and thought he might need to when Jungkook helped him stand up. He leaned over the sink and just breathed for a moment, and then looked up. His reflection. His new collar, blue against his pale skin. Not red. Not like the old one. And two people behind him. Not Hyunjoong. Taehyung and Jungkook.
Taehyung was there, giving him a glass of water and some medicine. He tried to apologize for the three long gashes on his arm, but was too afraid to open his mouth.
“You were having a nightmare,” Jungkook said, almost as if he understood. “It’s no one’s fault and you’re okay and Taehyung is okay. Let’s go back to bed, yeah?”
Yoongi nodded and leaned into Jungkook on his way back to the bed.
“Let’s change your shirt,” Taehyung said.
Yoongi sat on the edge of the bed and swayed while they changed his sweat-soaked and vomit-y clothes. He wasn’t sure if the ceiling was swimming or if he was.
A soft touch on his cheek and a quick kiss to his forehead were the only things he remembered before falling asleep.
Waking up the second time was just as hard but less violent. His head throbbed and his mouth tasted like dirty feet. No wonder he dreamed of being gagged with a sock.
He wasn’t alone in bed, Taehyung’s long body stretched out next to him. Soft gauze was wrapped around his forearm, and Yoongi frowned. He hadn’t meant to do that.
Yoongi reached for Taehyung and then dropped his arm and curled in on himself, facing away from him. He didn’t deserve to touch him, not after hurting him. He jumped in surprise at the arm that draped around his waist and the leg thrown over his and Taehyung nuzzling into his neck.
“Are you feeling better, Suga-darling?”
Yoongi bit his lip against a whine, his body stiffening.
“What’s wrong?”
Yoongi did not answer, not for a long while. Taehyung brushed his fingers under Yoongi’s sweater, soft along his stomach. They’d dressed him in one of Jungkook’s hoodys and it smelled so good and comforting. He breathed in the clean smell and the bright burst of marigolds behind him.
“I hurt you,” Yoongi finally whispered.
Taehyung hummed. “Yes, but did you mean to hurt me?”
“No!” Yoongi turned in his arms. “I didn’t! I didn’t mean to! Please believe me.”
Taehyung smiled and ran his hand first along Yoongi’s lower back and then up his spine, brushing fingers through the soft fur at his tailbone. “Sh, darling. I believe you. I know you didn’t mean to. I’m not mad at all. You were having a nightmare. It’s not your fault.”
Yoongi pouted and only struggled a little bit when Taehyung pulled him closer so he was pressed to his chest, head tucked under his chin, their legs entwined.
“I’m sorry,” Yoongi whispered. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I won’t. I ... I ... I don’t want to go back to the shelter--”
“Hush,” Taehyung said and tugged on his ear. “You aren’t going anywhere. You did not meant to, and that’s why I’m not mad. It wasn’t your fault. Though you may want to trim your nails. Jungkook has a few scratches of his own and he really isn’t your personal scratching post.”
“He likes it.”
Taehyung snorted. “He really does. How’s your stomach? Still sick?”
“Head hurts,” Yoongi mumbled. “Want to sleep more.”
“Sounds like a good idea.”
Yoongi lifted his head, blinking and then frowning. “Where is Jungkook-ie?”
Taehyung smiled and pecked his lips. “Taking a shower. He has a vocal lesson today.”
Yoongi huffed and curled back against Taehyung. “‘M sorry.”
“Stop apologizing. It’s fine. Go back to sleep.”
Yoongi didn’t think it was fine, but with Taehyung’s warmth and his soft fingers running through his hair, he didn’t want to do anything else but sleep.
>(^o^)<
Yoongi was still asleep when Jungkook returned from his vocal lesson. His voice was not at its best and he knew that and took the blame for that. Though he did not tell his instructor it was because he’d deep throated Taehyung’s dick and had gotten drunk the night before. His instructor may have known about the drinking anyway. He had a tendency to know the exact reason why Jungkook’s voice was off.
Overall, it was a rough lesson, and Jungkook sank gratefully into the couch and into Taehyung’s arms.
Taehyung didn’t say anything, just ran his hand through Jungkook’s hair.
“I think I’m part cat too with how much I like being petted.”
Taehyung laughed. “Maybe a little. Or maybe you just love being touched. It’s a human thing as well as a hybrid thing.”
Jungkook hummed and snuggled a little deeper.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” Taehyung said. “You have a shift at work today.”
“I know. But just let me take advantage of you being here on a Saturday.”
Taehyung usually worked on Saturdays. He requested one Saturday off a month, and sometimes he got it and sometimes he didn’t. Taehyung was the most experienced employee there, so the owner trusted him far more than the usual hipster high school kids that worked only part-time.
“And let’s talk,” Taehyung said.
“Sounds ominous.”
“Not at all, I just want to make sure that we’re clear on Yoongi and his place between us.”
Jungkook nodded. “Between us. That’s where he should be.”
Chuckling, Taehyung tugged on his hair. “I’m serious, love. I just want to make sure that you’re serious about him. I know you love me, and I know that there isn’t anything in this world that is going to break us apart, not after it took so long for me to get you. I am never giving you up. But all this with Yoongi is brand new and different and he’s cute and--” Taehyung didn’t say anything else for a while and then he said, “We’re lucky he’s even with us. Did you read his file?”
Jungkook shook his head. “The woman at Hybrid Services told me a little of what was in it, but I don’t think it matters. That was in the past.”
When Taehyung didn’t say anything else, Jungkook lifted his head and pushed up with an arm on the back of the couch. “Right?”
Taehyung smiled and patted his cheek. “Yes, but--”
“No buts. You can’t ...” Jungkook bit his lip. “Please don’t change your mind. Not now, not ...”
“I’m not. Wow. Calm down, baby. I’m not changing my mind. I started all this, why do you think I’d change my mind?”
“His file ... it’s not full of good things, and--
“I know that. I actually read the entire thing, remember? And I read it before I started any of this, so you don’t have to worry about that. I don’t know if Yoongi has read his file, and I don’t know if he knows what’s in it. And I don’t know if we should tell him, or how to approach it.”
“He had my headphones in while we were at the office, so he didn't hear anything the woman said.”
At Taehyung’s frown, Jungkook explained. “There were just a lot of people there and they weren’t treating their hybrids well. I didn’t want him to have to hear the way they talked about them. You would have punched someone. I really wanted to punch someone.”
Taehyung smiled and pulled him forward for a kiss. “You’re so sweet, baby. I’m sure Yoongi appreciated that.”
“He did.” Jungkook sighed. “I don’t really want to know, but I guess, as his owner I should, so I can be prepared for anything. What does his file say?”
Taehyung glanced toward the bedroom area and took a deep breath. “You need to read it, but the most important and scariest thing is that he was set to be euthanized when he was sixteen, right before Hyunjoong bought him.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened. “W-why? Sixteen isn’t too old, right?”
“Not usually, but he’d been in an orphanage before that and kept in solitary confinement for fighting.”
“The woman mentioned that.”
“Did she mention that he almost killed a kid?”
Jungkook choked. “What?”
“A family came in to visit, to find a cat to adopt. Parents and a fifteen-year-old boy. According to Yoongi’s statement, the boy tried to rape him and he fought back. But they found him straddling the kid and punching his face in, so no one believed that it was self-defense.”
“It wasn’t.”
Both of them jumped in surprise and turned to look at Yoongi who leaned against the partial wall and winced.
“Darling, does you head still hurt?” Taehyung asked.
Yoongi shook his head. “N-no. I’m ... I’m fine.”
They stared at him for a while, and then Taehyung asked, “If it wasn’t self-defense, then what happened?”
“I didn’t like his face.”
“Yoongi.”
Yoongi tilted his head back and shut his eyes with a sigh. “He kept calling me a whore, kept telling me that I was going to be his to play with and fuck. When he told me to get on all fours so he could show me who was in charge, I turned around and decked him in the face. I wasn’t expecting him to fight back, but he did, and well, I won that fight, didn’t I? I probably would have killed him if someone hadn’t walked by at that time and pulled me off him. The orphanage threw me in a box, carted me off to Hybrid Services a couple months later, and then they had an auction--”
“An auction?” Taehyung said in surprise. “Those are against the law.”
Yoongi snorted. “I know that. Do you think they care if they can get away with it? There are a lot of agents that take hybrids on death row and get some money off them first. Hyunjoong liked me and paid twenty-five dollars for me. I fought back against him, like I always did with a new owner, but he didn’t back down or send me away. He just tightened the ropes and hit me harder. It’s not really anything either of you could understand, but ... you know after a couple years, fighting that hard seemed pointless, so it was either succumb or die. I have a weird sense of life, so I succumbed.”
Yoongi looked over at them, meeting Jungkook’s eyes. “I told you I didn’t feel like myself anymore, remember?”
Jungkook nodded. “I remember.”
And then he looked at Taehyung. “I’m really sorry I hurt you. I’ve never been sorry when I hurt someone.”
Taehyung smiled and then leaned forward and held out his arms. “And I told you to forget about it, that you didn’t mean to. Now, come here and snuggle. Jungkook has to go to work soon.”
“You still want to snuggle with me after hearing that I almost killed someone?”
Taehyung grinned. “Yes, because you are proud and defiant, and you never let humans beat you down, at least not without fighting back. I don’t think you ever stopped fighting, even with Hyunjoong and at that sorry excuse for a pet shop. Jungkook said you hissed at him very first thing. Now come here.”
Yoongi rubbed his arm and moved slowly over to them. “I ... I ... I’m foul tempered and touchy. I get angry easily and say mean things.”
“You’re also adorable and you look like an angel under the sunlight.”
Yoongi’s cheeks flushed pink, but he didn’t stop Taehyung from pulling him into him into his lap.
“And you’re passionate and fierce,” Taehyung said, lips just barely brushing Yoongi’s. “And you are independent and strong. You may come across as prickly, but you’re so sweet to your friends, and I hope that we are. I hope that we’re friends.”
“Did you mean that?” Yoongi asked, leaning away from the kiss meant to go deeper.
“Yes. We’re friends.”
“No, no, before, did you mean that? That ...” Yoongi bit his lower lip and looked away, cheeks going a little pink. “You won’t get rid of me? You want me between you?”
“Of course we meant it.”
“You’re not going to get tired of me and send me away?”
Taehyung shook his head and kissed him again, and then again. “No, Suga-darling. No, we won’t.”
“I did call you our boyfriend in the pet shop, remember?” Jungkook asked. “I mostly said it to the lady so she’d stop judging us. But it isn’t something I regret, and it’s something that I’d really love to be able to say for real. Until then, until ... well, until we figure things out, this is your home, no matter what. If I didn’t mean it, if I didn’t want you here, I wouldn’t have bought you a collar.”
Yoongi blushed darker and lifted a hand to touch the collar with a few fingers. “Thank you. I ... I feel so much better with it on and I hate that, but it’s ... it’s different now. I hated being collared before. I hated that they used it to show I wasn’t worth anything, but ... but ...”
“You’re worth everything to me,” Jungkook said.
“To us,” Taehyung corrected and smiled at him. “I meant it. I meant every word and I have wanted you between us since you’ve been here.” He rubbed at Yoongi’s cheeks. “You did what you had to do before to keep your sanity. A lot of pets give that up just to survive. And you didn’t. You fought back, and I admire you for that, for being so strong, for being able to fight for yourself.” Taehyung’s smile widened. “And besides, you can’t be that violent by nature. You sat at a table with Seokjin for about an hour without decking him in the face. That’s pretty good.”
Jungkook laughed. “He probably didn’t tell any dad jokes that’s why.”
“Dad jokes?” Yoongi said.
They both laughed.
“That means he didn’t,” Taehyung said. “You’d have known if he did. He spared you the experience.”
“Sounds scary.”
“It’s ridiculous. He’s ridiculous.”
“And you met Hobi,” Jungkook said. “You didn’t hit him either, and he was all up in your face.”
Yoongi blushed and buried his face against Taehyung’s neck. “Hobi is nice, and he kinda smells like sunshine.”
Taehyung chuckled. “Jimin calls him their sunlight, so that’s fitting.”
“I really don’t want to go to work,” Jungkook said and laid his head on Yoongi’s back, letting his hand slide up Yoongi’s shirt.
“I don’t want to do anything,” Yoongi said. “I feel like I got run over by a truck.”
Taehyung chuckled. “Good thing you don’t have to do anything.”
“True. The only good thing about Hyunjoong’s is that I got to sleep all day.”
“That’s all you do here, too.”
“Hey, I read.”
Taehyung giggled and rubbed his face on Yoongi’s head. “And get your dick sucked.”
“Hm, yeah, and that.”
“Let’s do that now,” Jungkook said.
“You have work,” Taehyung reminded him and transferred his hand from Yoongi’s hair to Jungkook’s and pulled sharply. “Be responsible.”
Jungkook pouted, but only because Taehyung couldn’t see. But Yoongi did, and he giggled, gripping Taehyung’s loose shirt in his hands and pulling it up to cover his face.
“You’re so cute,” Jungkook whispered and traced the blue collar with his finger.
Yoongi flushed pinker and grumbled, “I’m a fierce tomcat who can gouge your eyes out.”
Jungkook hooked his fingers in the collar and yanked him close enough for a kiss. “Cute,” he said against Yoongi’s lips.
Yoongi growled into the kiss for only a second and then pushed Jungkook’s chest and followed him back. Their kiss deepened, and Yoongi’s breath turned to purring when Taehyung continued to pet his back.
“You know, a week ago, I’d be getting angry at seeing Jungkook kissing someone else,” Taehyung said. “But now ...”
Jungkook stopped kissing Yoongi long enough to meet Taehyung’s yes. “Now?”
“Still angry,” he whispered, “but more the jealous kind of anger.”
Yoongi twisted around in Jungkook’s arms, only his tightening grip kept him from falling off the couch. Taehyung also grabbed his hip.
“You don’t get to be jealous if you get kisses too,” Yoongi said and tugged on his shirt.
Taehyung leaned over him for a kiss, one that wasn’t chaste or sweet, and Jungkook understood the jealousy, even if those lips were on his less than ten seconds ago.
Yoongi moaned deeply and broke away with a gasp, squirming between them until he had a leg wrapped around Taehyung and his tail twisted up around Jungkook’s arm. “Just remembered you sharing his come with him yesterday. God, that was hot. I want ... I want it next time.”
Taehyung moaned and went back to his lips for an even deeper kiss.
“If we’re going to make out, can we move to the bed, please?” Jungkook asked, shifting so the arm of the couch wasn’t digging into his back.
“If we move to the bed, you’re going to miss your shift at work,” Taehyung said.
Jungkook huffed. “Fine, fine, but let me sit up straight.”
Yoongi didn’t let either of them move for a moment. He smiled at Taehyung and then licked his lips. “Guess we can move to the bed after he goes to work.”
“Hey!” Jungkook protested.
Taehyung laughed and leaned over him, mouth at his ear and said, “That’s the plan, darling.”
Jungkook pushed them off the couch.
>(^o^)<
Despite their teasing, when Yoongi and Taehyung moved to the bed, they did end up falling asleep. Yoongi’s body still ached and his throat stung from throwing up. And his emotions were flailing all over the place. Not that that wasn’t normal these last few days.
Taehyung’s soft touches on the collar helped calm him down, but his dreams were still uncomfortable. Nothing distinct and scary like before, but just enough that when he woke up, he wasn’t annoyed and he didn’t want to immediately go back to sleep like normal.
Taehyung still slept, his face soft and his hair almost glowing in the sunlight.
“Gorgeous,” Yoongi whispered.
Taehyung was gorgeous, and Yoongi wondered how someone so pretty would think that he was pretty. Compared to him? Compared to Jungkook? Yoongi wasn’t anything special.
They seemed to think so. And Yoongi was just going to have to believe them. Or let them think what they wanted, anyway.
His entire body hurt and he felt gross. Definitely ready for a bath. He bit his lower lip and decided not to wake Taehyung, sliding out of bed as carefully as possible. After shutting the door of the bathroom, he went right to the tub and started filling it with water. He used the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and took his clothes off before catching sight of his pale skin in the mirror and stopping.
He had a few scars here and there on his body, mostly from beatings or from fights. A couple from his own claws trying to focus on something other than the things that were done to his body. He was too skinny, but he didn’t look sick. Not really. His ribs were still defined and poking out, but his face was plumper than it had been. A good stream of food to go with restful sleep.
It all felt too surreal still. Having a home, a place between two lovers and not just an owner. He ran a finger along the collar and bit his lower lip. This feeling of being someplace, of actually belonging someplace, felt good, it felt too good to be true.
Taehyung had asked Jungkook if it was because Yoongi was new, if they’d get tired of him once the novelty wore off. Jungkook assured him that it wouldn’t. They both had assured each other, and him. They’d told Yoongi that too. But it hadn’t even been a week. Maybe they ... maybe they wouldn’t want him.
Yoongi would not blame them. Especially because of his past and his present. He knew that he could be unintentionally hurtful with his words and actions.
It was all new to him, too. Maybe after a while, he’d be the one to grow tired of the affection.
With the way his chest tightened at the thought of that, he knew that he wouldn’t. He was already in too deep, his emotions, his Hybrid-ness, or whatever. He loved it. He loved it so much and he didn’t want it to ever go away.
Growling at himself and at how pathetic he sounded, Yoongi rubbed his eyes. He wouldn’t cry. Not at all. But his vision blurred as he rifled under the sink for one of the bath bombs, and his breath was unsteady as he dropped it into the full tub and waited for it to spread around.
He wasn’t sure if he could get the leather collar wet, so he reached for the clasps and held his breath. It was okay to take it off, right? He could. He was allowed. He knew that Taehyung would throw it away given the opportunity, so he wouldn’t get angry at Yoongi for taking it off. Right?
It was more important to keep the collar safe than his own skin. A twist of his fingers unclasped the two metal parts and he swallowed as his neck was freed.
He hadn’t even checked to see which bath bomb he’s picked and he blamed the way the bathwater moved and swirled with greens and pinks on the bath bomb and not at the tears on his face.
Flowers. And meadows.
Taehyung. He picked the one that smelled like Taehyung.
He almost didn’t want to climb into it, but even if all the thoughts of Taehyung and Jungkook were why he was so upset, being surrounded by his scent was the only thing to calm him down.
He sank into the tub with a whimper and let the smell engulf him. With his head leaning against the wall, he let himself cry. He didn’t know if they were happy tears or sad ones. Or ones of relief. Or just exhaustion. He didn’t want to think anymore. He didn’t want to worry. He didn’t want to feel so worthless.
Nothing made sense. Nothing at all, and Yoongi curled his legs up, wrapped his arms around his knees and sat in the warmth of Taehyung’s scent until the water turned cold.
He stood up on shaky legs and fought with the plug and the water tap with shaking hands. He still couldn’t breathe well and the heat of the shower startled him with a yelp and he jerked back, slipped on the slickness from the bath bomb and ended up on his ass in the slowly draining water with the shower pummeling his face. He tilted his head forward and blinked his eyes trying to clear them of water.
He didn’t know that Taehyung had entered the bathroom until the shower curtain opened and Yoongi yelped and hit his elbow and pain shot up his arm and that was that. He gave up, wrapped his arms around his knees, and sobbed.
Taehyung squeezed into the small tub with him, and Yoongi fought back weakly, but ended up curled up with his arms around him and the shower water no longer hitting him. It took a long time for Taehyung’s cooing to permeate his mind. And Taehyung’s shirt was soaked, and everything was a mess. Water covered the bathroom floor because Taehyung hadn’t shut the curtain. And everything was steamy with heat.
The first thing he registered was Taehyung’s deep voice saying, “I’ve got you, Suga-darling. I’ve got you. You’re okay.” He ran his hands up Yoongi’s back, tailbone to neck, firmer and firmer touches that relaxed his muscles. His crying tapered to sniffles and then to soft gasps and then to murmurs that didn’t make much sense to him, but they were appreciative.
And then he purred, pressing closer to Taehyung’s chest. He shifted onto his knees, between Taehyung’s legs and canted up into Taehyung’s chin.
Taehyung chuckled and used both hands to rub his back. “Feeling better, darling?”
Yoongi didn’t answer. He knew he didn’t have to.
Taehyung pet him for a couple more minutes and then said, “Should we stand up and get clean? Can you do that, darling?”
Yoongi wasn’t sure, but he felt waterlogged and wanted out of the shower. And he was covered in bath bomb stuff.
He nodded.
Taehyung smiled, pressed a kiss to his lips. “Okay. Now stand up and let’s get clean.”
Yoongi’s body wobbled as he stood up. There wasn’t quite enough room to use his tail to keep his balance, but Taehyung’s hands gripped his waist and held him steady. And then Taehyung stood up and Yoongi pressed to the back of the tub to make room for him. He pulled his shirt off, let it land in a wet heap outside of the tub and then did the same with his boxers.
Yoongi swallowed, fingers itching to touch. He folded his arms instead and looked away from the gleam of brown skin, the temptation of dusky nipples and a smooth stomach.
But of course, Taehyung seemed to read his mind and he took Yoongi’s arms and pried them away and held them out. “You can touch me, you know? You don’t have to hold yourself back.”
Yoongi bit his lower lip and touched his waist, hands going to his hips and then around his back. He pressed his face to Taehyung’s shoulder. He was a little taller than Jungkook, so Yoongi fit perfectly against his body.
“So good, darling. You’re so adorable.”
Yoongi snorted and muttered, “Shut up. I’m not Jungkook.”
“But you still like to hear it.”
Yoongi yowled a denial that Taehyung just laughed at. It wasn’t convincing at all.
“Time to be clean,” Taehyung said.
Yoongi stood still and let Taehyung wash him. He wanted to protest that he could do it himself, but he could read Taehyung’s mind pretty well too and he knew that Taehyung wasn’t going to let him.
If Taehyung’s fingers lingered a little longer on his cock and if he swiped a soapy hand up his cleft more than was really necessary, well Yoongi didn’t protest and he didn’t say anything scathing when they got out of the shower and Taehyung was hard, because well, so was Yoongi.
Hard and thirsty for touches.
Taehyung didn’t let him dry himself off either, falling to his knees to get the towel on every inch of his skin. Sometimes his mouth followed, pressing kisses to his ribs and arms and frustratingly to the head of his cock that bounced at the attention. Taehyung chuckled as he ruffled Yoongi’s hair with the towel. He wrapped the towel around Yoongi’s shoulders and then stood up.
Yoongi saw him frown in the mirror, but Taehyung picked up the collar. “I’ll pick up some waterproofing solution so you don’t have to take this off every day when you want a bath.”
Yoongi flushed, stammering his thanks.
Taehyung lifted it to his neck and Yoongi tilted his head to the side. The leather touched skin first and then Taehyung’s lips. “You know I don’t like it.”
“I know. But I do.”
Taehyung huffed warmth against his skin. Exasperation. But he secured the clasp of the collar and adjusted it into place.
“You’ll like it more when it gives you something to hold on to while I’m sucking down your dick.”
Taehyung chuckled. “I can tug on your hair just as easily.”
Yoongi whined. “Now. Right now.”
“No, not right now.”
“Why not?” he demanded with his arms crossed and a pout.
“Because I have something else in mind first.”
Before Yoongi could demand what, Taehyung scooped him up in his arms and carried him to the bed. Yoongi protested only out of habit.
“Lay on your stomach, darling,” Taehyung said.
Yoongi stretched arms and legs out and lay still for a moment, enjoying the way he sank into Jungkook’s bed, and then he turned over. He was naked and hard, and he yowled a little and rubbed his dick on the bed.
Taehyung chuckled. “Hold still. Let me dry you off.”
Yoongi hummed in agreement and pillowed his face on his arms. Wet strands of his hair fell into his eyes and on his cheeks, and he seriously considered going to the salon for that promised haircut.
And then Taehyung ran a towel down his back. A completely dry towel. He rubbed at the thicker fur near his tailbone and up his spine to his shoulders. And then up his tail, giving it a tug. Yoongi yowled and lifted his ass because fuck, that felt good. His legs spread and his dick throbbed.
And Taehyung sure appreciated it if his quick inhale of breath and the way his hands were suddenly shaking meant anything.
An orgasm sounded so good right then, so he wouldn’t have to think about anything anymore. He kept his legs spread, but pulled up onto his knees, ass in the air. His tail wrapped around Taehyung’s waist and he tugged, hinting at what he wanted.
Taehyung chuckled and the next touch on his skin wasn’t with a towel but with Taehyung’s hands.
“Want something, darling?”
Yoongi moaned something that sounded like, “Yes.”
“Can’t really figure out what that might be?” He cupped Yoongi’s ass in both hands and squeezed, pulling another long yowl from Yoongi.
“A-a-an o-o-orgas-sm,” Yoongi whimpered.
“Any particular way you want this orgasm?”
Yoongi shook his head. “Y-you’re c-cre-ative, right?”
Taehyung chuckled. “I am. Can’t think of a good reason to let your pretty clean ass go to waste.”
Really Yoongi should have seen it coming after that, but the first swipe of Taehyung’s tongue up his cleft had him digging his claws into a sheet and his meow of surprise was loud around them. Taehyung hummed and licked him again.
“This okay, darling?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” Yoongi chanted and curled his hips, presenting his ass further, and lifting his tail up and out of Taehyung’s way.
Taehyung licked at his entrance, soft little licks that had Yoongi whimpering. And begging. “Please, please please,” over and over again.
Taehyung increased the pressure, the flat of his tongue just above his hole and then over it, pressing inside him.
Yoongi cried out, body shaking and his cock jumped, spurting clear fluid underneath him.
“Darling, god, your body is so tight.” He licked again, tongue spearing him for a moment and then going back to firmer licks. His thumbs dug into Yoongi’s ass to keep him spread open.
“Can’t ... can’t ... Taehyung, I can’t ...” Yoongi’s knees collapsed and fell back to the bed.
Taehyung chuckled and said, “I can still eat you like this, darling. Here.” He shoved a pillow up under his hips and Yoongi used the leverage to keep his hips curled so Taehyung could lick at him. Taehyung spread his legs with his strong hands on Yoongi’s thighs. His fingers curled into his cleft and kept him wide open for Taehyung’s mouth. He started licking again, and then sucking, on the rim and below it, on the curves of his ass. When the bites started, Yoongi gave up all control and humped the pillow, pushing his dick into its softness and shivering at the drag of fabric on his softer skin.
His moans grew louder when Taehyung slipped a finger into his body, slipping in and out of him next to Taehyung’s tongue.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Yoongi said and then broke off and meowed, loud and long as his body shook and he covered the pillow in come.
“Pretty, god, you’re so pretty when you come,” Taehyung said, sliding the finger deeper inside him and prolonging the pleasure zinging around his body.
Yoongi buried his gasps into the bed and he whimpered at the sudden second finger dipping into his ass.
“Pretty,” Taehyung said and added his tongue again.
Yoongi whined and wasn’t sure if he wanted to thrust away or thrust back. But his body knew and he thrust back on Taehyung’s fingers and tongue with a long meow.
Taehyung moaned and kept eating, sucking and playing. His other hand slid between his legs and cupped Yoongi’s cock and after only a few more strokes, he was coming again, shuddering through more pleasure and pulsing more come onto the pillow.
“Fuck,” Taehyung said. “Fuck.” His face and mouth were gone from his ass and instead, Yoongi felt the length of his dick between his asscheeks and he whined. Taehyung pressed them together, pumping his dick in quick, short thrusts.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Yoongi’s breath steadied enough but the only thing out of his mouth was, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”
“I want to, darling. I want to slide my dick into your body and make you come on my cock. I do. I ... fuck!”
He yanked himself away despite Yoongi’s growl, and then a moment later, he splattered Yoongi’s ass and back in come. He fell over him, sliding his spurting dick along his cleft and buried his moans into Yoongi’s shoulder. His open mouth lay against his skin for a moment before he started kissing and sucking, turning the skin bright red.
Yoongi moaned, thrusting back and shivering at the feel of Taehyung’s dick on his ass, and then between his thighs and sliding under his balls and along his dick.
“Fuck.”
Taehyung chuckled. “Yeah. Fuck.”
Yoongi shifted and then pushed at Taehyung until he moved enough for Yoongi to turn onto his back. And right into more come. Eh, oh well.
Taehyung gripped under his head and kissed him, his hips lowering again to slide their dicks together.
Yoongi slid his hands up Taehyung’s back, claws light over his ribs and down his sides.
“Shit, it’s been a long time since I lost it that fast,” Taehyung said.
Yoongi smiled. “I’ll take that as a compliment and not an indication of how good you are at sex.”
Taehyung growled and deepened the kiss. Yoongi did not mind and they kissed for a long time until everything softened and their breath steadied.
“Need another shower,” Yoongi said and blushed when his stomach rumbled.
“And dinner,” Taehyung said.
Yoongi nodded. “Yeah. I haven’t eaten all day.”
“I have,” Taehyung said and winked.
Yoongi blushed and did not regret shoving Taehyung away by his smug gorgeous handsome face.
>(^o^)<
When Jungkook got home, he wasn’t really surprised to find his devious best friend and his pretty cat naked on the living room floor and getting whipped cream everywhere.
“Do I want to know?” Jungkook asked as he took off his shoes.
“You didn’t have ice cream, and I wanted a sundae,” Yoongi said.
“Going out to get one required getting dressed,” Taehyung added and sprayed a swirl of cream on Yoongi’s chest, just below a red nipple. “Want some?”
Jungkook stared at them for a moment wondering why that was even a question. He pulled off his shirt, sank down to his knees, and put his mouth to Yoongi’s sugary skin.
>(^o^)<
Part 8: He Is Gorgeous
Part 6: Can I Kiss You Yet?
Part 5: Slow. Go Slow.
Part 4: You Two Are Gross
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 7:
Yoongi piggybacked on Taehyung’s shoulders on the way home. At least for a little while. They traded with each inebriated step.
Yoongi felt his head spinning. It’d been so long since he last drank alcohol. Fuck. They kept slipping him shots at the bar they’d gone to despite the bartender’s growls at them giving their product to a hybrid. Well, they paid for it. So the guy could just fuck right off.
Taehyung was the most sober. Jungkook kept wobbling and swaying on his feet.
At first, Yoongi felt that it was safer for him to walk, but he couldn’t even get his body to cooperate and this weird thing behind him that was his tail kept tripping him up.
So he rode on Jungkook, and then on Taehyung, back and forth until they were back home and Yoongi decided that crawling up the stairs with Jungkook was safer.
“Shit, I should be able to drink better than this,” Jungkook muttered.
Taehyung hummed. “Maybe, but you hadda lot to drink. We all did. Ugh, even Suga-darling.”
Yoongi growled at that combination, something Taehyung had been doing all night through dinner. Through their celebration.
He’d growled when Taehyung called it that too because Yoongi would have much rather been sober when they got home to celebrate with far less clothes, but with all three of them drunk, that wasn’t going to happen.
As the most sober one, Taehyung unlocked the door and made sure they were settled on the couch before fumbling his way to the kitchen for bottled waters. He brought back three and sank down on the floor, leaning his head against Yoongi’s thigh.
“I think I’m too tired to drink more,” Jungkook said.
“Too bad. Guzzle it up,” Taehyung demanded. “It won’t cure the hangover, but you’ll thank me in the morning.”
“I’d thank you tonight if you’d let me suck your dick.”
Taehyung spluttered out a mouthful of water.
Yoongi chuckled and ran his hands through Taehyung’s hair. “I want to do that, too.”
“So glad it’s Saturday tomorrow.”
“Same.”
Yoongi listened to them talk, more mumbles than anything explicit. It was a soft murmur and a comforting one. Much better than listening to the sounds of Hyunjoong fucking one of the other pets. Especially Kimi, the mouse, who squeaked in the most annoying way and then cried when Hyunjoong got too rough.
God, the cries were annoying. The little simpering whines. Yoongi had told her more than once to just shut up and take it before he got angry. He’d been one of the few that barely made any noise with Hyunjoong. Maybe that’s why he was hit harder.
Or maybe it’s just because you’re a filthy slut that likes it rough. A whore of the worst order that isn’t ever going to get better than me.
Hyunjoong’s face swam above him. His fingers tightened in a painful grip around his biceps, nails digging into the soft skin under his arms. Yoongi squirmed, trying to get away from him, only to be met with the clinking of handcuffs on his wrists on the pipe in the bathroom that Hyunjoong always attached him to.
“You can’t get out, you can’t ever leave, you can’t escape. You’re just a dirty whore.”
Yoongi felt it, felt his body taken and held down, felt the press of the floor to his face, the harsh fucking of Hyunjoong’s dick, and he knew it was wrong, he knew it wasn’t real. He wasn’t there anymore, he knew he wasn’t!
But he couldn’t scream, not past the dirty sock shoved in his mouth. He couldn’t move or breathe around the collar on his neck pulled tight by the leash wrapped up in Hyunjoong’s hand.
But it wasn’t tight, he had a new one! He did! It was ... it wasn’t red. And not harsh. It didn’t hurt, not like this. It was soft and pretty and--
“Yoongi, Yoongi! Yoongi!”
Hyunjoong’s mouth moved but it wasn’t his voice. He never called Yoongi by his real name. So who was it? Not Hyunjoong, someone else, someone he didn’t know. Someone hurting him.
With a gasp, Yoongi sat up and swiped up and to the left, quick and sharp, a sudden cry letting him know he’d hit his target. He rolled backwards off a bed and onto his ass, and then his head throbbed and his stomach swam and he fought the urge to throw up.
Moaning, he curled up into a ball, hands over his head and tried to remember what the hell happened.
Fuck, it’d been a dream. That’s all. Just a nightmare, back at the pet shop. It wasn’t Hyunjoong who he attacked.
His head shot up and he saw Taehyung on the bed with one hand pressed to his arm, blood smeared on his skin.
“Oh god, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
He tried to move to him, but his stomach swam again and this time he knew he couldn’t beat it back. Staggering, he fell to his knees on the cold fake-tiled floor as he entered the bathroom, and he just barely made it before he was throwing up in the toilet.
Once, and then twice, and then a third time, before a hand reached over him and flushed, and he sank down on the floor, pressing his face to the cool tile.
He twitched when a hand touched his side.
Soft murmurs filled his ears, nothing like the sarcastic and demeaning voice of his previous owner. He tried to listen.
“You’re okay, you’re safe, Yoongi. You’re with me and Taehyung at my apartment, remember? We had too much to drink last night, and now we’ve learned that you are not getting alcohol again. Or at least not that much. And don’t worry about Taehyung, you just scratched him a little. He’ll be okay. Just like you’re okay.”
Yoongi let the voice calm him down, let himself breathe, let himself cry, and then he twisted around and put his head on Jungkook’s firm thigh and let himself be petted.
“Darling, darling. Sweet, Suga-darling, are you okay?”
Yoongi tried to lift his head again and he blinked his eyes, trying to clear his vision.
“Do you need to throw up again?”
Yoongi shook his head, and then regretted that and thought he might need to when Jungkook helped him stand up. He leaned over the sink and just breathed for a moment, and then looked up. His reflection. His new collar, blue against his pale skin. Not red. Not like the old one. And two people behind him. Not Hyunjoong. Taehyung and Jungkook.
Taehyung was there, giving him a glass of water and some medicine. He tried to apologize for the three long gashes on his arm, but was too afraid to open his mouth.
“You were having a nightmare,” Jungkook said, almost as if he understood. “It’s no one’s fault and you’re okay and Taehyung is okay. Let’s go back to bed, yeah?”
Yoongi nodded and leaned into Jungkook on his way back to the bed.
“Let’s change your shirt,” Taehyung said.
Yoongi sat on the edge of the bed and swayed while they changed his sweat-soaked and vomit-y clothes. He wasn’t sure if the ceiling was swimming or if he was.
A soft touch on his cheek and a quick kiss to his forehead were the only things he remembered before falling asleep.
Waking up the second time was just as hard but less violent. His head throbbed and his mouth tasted like dirty feet. No wonder he dreamed of being gagged with a sock.
He wasn’t alone in bed, Taehyung’s long body stretched out next to him. Soft gauze was wrapped around his forearm, and Yoongi frowned. He hadn’t meant to do that.
Yoongi reached for Taehyung and then dropped his arm and curled in on himself, facing away from him. He didn’t deserve to touch him, not after hurting him. He jumped in surprise at the arm that draped around his waist and the leg thrown over his and Taehyung nuzzling into his neck.
“Are you feeling better, Suga-darling?”
Yoongi bit his lip against a whine, his body stiffening.
“What’s wrong?”
Yoongi did not answer, not for a long while. Taehyung brushed his fingers under Yoongi’s sweater, soft along his stomach. They’d dressed him in one of Jungkook’s hoodys and it smelled so good and comforting. He breathed in the clean smell and the bright burst of marigolds behind him.
“I hurt you,” Yoongi finally whispered.
Taehyung hummed. “Yes, but did you mean to hurt me?”
“No!” Yoongi turned in his arms. “I didn’t! I didn’t mean to! Please believe me.”
Taehyung smiled and ran his hand first along Yoongi’s lower back and then up his spine, brushing fingers through the soft fur at his tailbone. “Sh, darling. I believe you. I know you didn’t mean to. I’m not mad at all. You were having a nightmare. It’s not your fault.”
Yoongi pouted and only struggled a little bit when Taehyung pulled him closer so he was pressed to his chest, head tucked under his chin, their legs entwined.
“I’m sorry,” Yoongi whispered. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I won’t. I ... I ... I don’t want to go back to the shelter--”
“Hush,” Taehyung said and tugged on his ear. “You aren’t going anywhere. You did not meant to, and that’s why I’m not mad. It wasn’t your fault. Though you may want to trim your nails. Jungkook has a few scratches of his own and he really isn’t your personal scratching post.”
“He likes it.”
Taehyung snorted. “He really does. How’s your stomach? Still sick?”
“Head hurts,” Yoongi mumbled. “Want to sleep more.”
“Sounds like a good idea.”
Yoongi lifted his head, blinking and then frowning. “Where is Jungkook-ie?”
Taehyung smiled and pecked his lips. “Taking a shower. He has a vocal lesson today.”
Yoongi huffed and curled back against Taehyung. “‘M sorry.”
“Stop apologizing. It’s fine. Go back to sleep.”
Yoongi didn’t think it was fine, but with Taehyung’s warmth and his soft fingers running through his hair, he didn’t want to do anything else but sleep.
>(^o^)<
Yoongi was still asleep when Jungkook returned from his vocal lesson. His voice was not at its best and he knew that and took the blame for that. Though he did not tell his instructor it was because he’d deep throated Taehyung’s dick and had gotten drunk the night before. His instructor may have known about the drinking anyway. He had a tendency to know the exact reason why Jungkook’s voice was off.
Overall, it was a rough lesson, and Jungkook sank gratefully into the couch and into Taehyung’s arms.
Taehyung didn’t say anything, just ran his hand through Jungkook’s hair.
“I think I’m part cat too with how much I like being petted.”
Taehyung laughed. “Maybe a little. Or maybe you just love being touched. It’s a human thing as well as a hybrid thing.”
Jungkook hummed and snuggled a little deeper.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” Taehyung said. “You have a shift at work today.”
“I know. But just let me take advantage of you being here on a Saturday.”
Taehyung usually worked on Saturdays. He requested one Saturday off a month, and sometimes he got it and sometimes he didn’t. Taehyung was the most experienced employee there, so the owner trusted him far more than the usual hipster high school kids that worked only part-time.
“And let’s talk,” Taehyung said.
“Sounds ominous.”
“Not at all, I just want to make sure that we’re clear on Yoongi and his place between us.”
Jungkook nodded. “Between us. That’s where he should be.”
Chuckling, Taehyung tugged on his hair. “I’m serious, love. I just want to make sure that you’re serious about him. I know you love me, and I know that there isn’t anything in this world that is going to break us apart, not after it took so long for me to get you. I am never giving you up. But all this with Yoongi is brand new and different and he’s cute and--” Taehyung didn’t say anything else for a while and then he said, “We’re lucky he’s even with us. Did you read his file?”
Jungkook shook his head. “The woman at Hybrid Services told me a little of what was in it, but I don’t think it matters. That was in the past.”
When Taehyung didn’t say anything else, Jungkook lifted his head and pushed up with an arm on the back of the couch. “Right?”
Taehyung smiled and patted his cheek. “Yes, but--”
“No buts. You can’t ...” Jungkook bit his lip. “Please don’t change your mind. Not now, not ...”
“I’m not. Wow. Calm down, baby. I’m not changing my mind. I started all this, why do you think I’d change my mind?”
“His file ... it’s not full of good things, and--
“I know that. I actually read the entire thing, remember? And I read it before I started any of this, so you don’t have to worry about that. I don’t know if Yoongi has read his file, and I don’t know if he knows what’s in it. And I don’t know if we should tell him, or how to approach it.”
“He had my headphones in while we were at the office, so he didn't hear anything the woman said.”
At Taehyung’s frown, Jungkook explained. “There were just a lot of people there and they weren’t treating their hybrids well. I didn’t want him to have to hear the way they talked about them. You would have punched someone. I really wanted to punch someone.”
Taehyung smiled and pulled him forward for a kiss. “You’re so sweet, baby. I’m sure Yoongi appreciated that.”
“He did.” Jungkook sighed. “I don’t really want to know, but I guess, as his owner I should, so I can be prepared for anything. What does his file say?”
Taehyung glanced toward the bedroom area and took a deep breath. “You need to read it, but the most important and scariest thing is that he was set to be euthanized when he was sixteen, right before Hyunjoong bought him.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened. “W-why? Sixteen isn’t too old, right?”
“Not usually, but he’d been in an orphanage before that and kept in solitary confinement for fighting.”
“The woman mentioned that.”
“Did she mention that he almost killed a kid?”
Jungkook choked. “What?”
“A family came in to visit, to find a cat to adopt. Parents and a fifteen-year-old boy. According to Yoongi’s statement, the boy tried to rape him and he fought back. But they found him straddling the kid and punching his face in, so no one believed that it was self-defense.”
“It wasn’t.”
Both of them jumped in surprise and turned to look at Yoongi who leaned against the partial wall and winced.
“Darling, does you head still hurt?” Taehyung asked.
Yoongi shook his head. “N-no. I’m ... I’m fine.”
They stared at him for a while, and then Taehyung asked, “If it wasn’t self-defense, then what happened?”
“I didn’t like his face.”
“Yoongi.”
Yoongi tilted his head back and shut his eyes with a sigh. “He kept calling me a whore, kept telling me that I was going to be his to play with and fuck. When he told me to get on all fours so he could show me who was in charge, I turned around and decked him in the face. I wasn’t expecting him to fight back, but he did, and well, I won that fight, didn’t I? I probably would have killed him if someone hadn’t walked by at that time and pulled me off him. The orphanage threw me in a box, carted me off to Hybrid Services a couple months later, and then they had an auction--”
“An auction?” Taehyung said in surprise. “Those are against the law.”
Yoongi snorted. “I know that. Do you think they care if they can get away with it? There are a lot of agents that take hybrids on death row and get some money off them first. Hyunjoong liked me and paid twenty-five dollars for me. I fought back against him, like I always did with a new owner, but he didn’t back down or send me away. He just tightened the ropes and hit me harder. It’s not really anything either of you could understand, but ... you know after a couple years, fighting that hard seemed pointless, so it was either succumb or die. I have a weird sense of life, so I succumbed.”
Yoongi looked over at them, meeting Jungkook’s eyes. “I told you I didn’t feel like myself anymore, remember?”
Jungkook nodded. “I remember.”
And then he looked at Taehyung. “I’m really sorry I hurt you. I’ve never been sorry when I hurt someone.”
Taehyung smiled and then leaned forward and held out his arms. “And I told you to forget about it, that you didn’t mean to. Now, come here and snuggle. Jungkook has to go to work soon.”
“You still want to snuggle with me after hearing that I almost killed someone?”
Taehyung grinned. “Yes, because you are proud and defiant, and you never let humans beat you down, at least not without fighting back. I don’t think you ever stopped fighting, even with Hyunjoong and at that sorry excuse for a pet shop. Jungkook said you hissed at him very first thing. Now come here.”
Yoongi rubbed his arm and moved slowly over to them. “I ... I ... I’m foul tempered and touchy. I get angry easily and say mean things.”
“You’re also adorable and you look like an angel under the sunlight.”
Yoongi’s cheeks flushed pink, but he didn’t stop Taehyung from pulling him into him into his lap.
“And you’re passionate and fierce,” Taehyung said, lips just barely brushing Yoongi’s. “And you are independent and strong. You may come across as prickly, but you’re so sweet to your friends, and I hope that we are. I hope that we’re friends.”
“Did you mean that?” Yoongi asked, leaning away from the kiss meant to go deeper.
“Yes. We’re friends.”
“No, no, before, did you mean that? That ...” Yoongi bit his lower lip and looked away, cheeks going a little pink. “You won’t get rid of me? You want me between you?”
“Of course we meant it.”
“You’re not going to get tired of me and send me away?”
Taehyung shook his head and kissed him again, and then again. “No, Suga-darling. No, we won’t.”
“I did call you our boyfriend in the pet shop, remember?” Jungkook asked. “I mostly said it to the lady so she’d stop judging us. But it isn’t something I regret, and it’s something that I’d really love to be able to say for real. Until then, until ... well, until we figure things out, this is your home, no matter what. If I didn’t mean it, if I didn’t want you here, I wouldn’t have bought you a collar.”
Yoongi blushed darker and lifted a hand to touch the collar with a few fingers. “Thank you. I ... I feel so much better with it on and I hate that, but it’s ... it’s different now. I hated being collared before. I hated that they used it to show I wasn’t worth anything, but ... but ...”
“You’re worth everything to me,” Jungkook said.
“To us,” Taehyung corrected and smiled at him. “I meant it. I meant every word and I have wanted you between us since you’ve been here.” He rubbed at Yoongi’s cheeks. “You did what you had to do before to keep your sanity. A lot of pets give that up just to survive. And you didn’t. You fought back, and I admire you for that, for being so strong, for being able to fight for yourself.” Taehyung’s smile widened. “And besides, you can’t be that violent by nature. You sat at a table with Seokjin for about an hour without decking him in the face. That’s pretty good.”
Jungkook laughed. “He probably didn’t tell any dad jokes that’s why.”
“Dad jokes?” Yoongi said.
They both laughed.
“That means he didn’t,” Taehyung said. “You’d have known if he did. He spared you the experience.”
“Sounds scary.”
“It’s ridiculous. He’s ridiculous.”
“And you met Hobi,” Jungkook said. “You didn’t hit him either, and he was all up in your face.”
Yoongi blushed and buried his face against Taehyung’s neck. “Hobi is nice, and he kinda smells like sunshine.”
Taehyung chuckled. “Jimin calls him their sunlight, so that’s fitting.”
“I really don’t want to go to work,” Jungkook said and laid his head on Yoongi’s back, letting his hand slide up Yoongi’s shirt.
“I don’t want to do anything,” Yoongi said. “I feel like I got run over by a truck.”
Taehyung chuckled. “Good thing you don’t have to do anything.”
“True. The only good thing about Hyunjoong’s is that I got to sleep all day.”
“That’s all you do here, too.”
“Hey, I read.”
Taehyung giggled and rubbed his face on Yoongi’s head. “And get your dick sucked.”
“Hm, yeah, and that.”
“Let’s do that now,” Jungkook said.
“You have work,” Taehyung reminded him and transferred his hand from Yoongi’s hair to Jungkook’s and pulled sharply. “Be responsible.”
Jungkook pouted, but only because Taehyung couldn’t see. But Yoongi did, and he giggled, gripping Taehyung’s loose shirt in his hands and pulling it up to cover his face.
“You’re so cute,” Jungkook whispered and traced the blue collar with his finger.
Yoongi flushed pinker and grumbled, “I’m a fierce tomcat who can gouge your eyes out.”
Jungkook hooked his fingers in the collar and yanked him close enough for a kiss. “Cute,” he said against Yoongi’s lips.
Yoongi growled into the kiss for only a second and then pushed Jungkook’s chest and followed him back. Their kiss deepened, and Yoongi’s breath turned to purring when Taehyung continued to pet his back.
“You know, a week ago, I’d be getting angry at seeing Jungkook kissing someone else,” Taehyung said. “But now ...”
Jungkook stopped kissing Yoongi long enough to meet Taehyung’s yes. “Now?”
“Still angry,” he whispered, “but more the jealous kind of anger.”
Yoongi twisted around in Jungkook’s arms, only his tightening grip kept him from falling off the couch. Taehyung also grabbed his hip.
“You don’t get to be jealous if you get kisses too,” Yoongi said and tugged on his shirt.
Taehyung leaned over him for a kiss, one that wasn’t chaste or sweet, and Jungkook understood the jealousy, even if those lips were on his less than ten seconds ago.
Yoongi moaned deeply and broke away with a gasp, squirming between them until he had a leg wrapped around Taehyung and his tail twisted up around Jungkook’s arm. “Just remembered you sharing his come with him yesterday. God, that was hot. I want ... I want it next time.”
Taehyung moaned and went back to his lips for an even deeper kiss.
“If we’re going to make out, can we move to the bed, please?” Jungkook asked, shifting so the arm of the couch wasn’t digging into his back.
“If we move to the bed, you’re going to miss your shift at work,” Taehyung said.
Jungkook huffed. “Fine, fine, but let me sit up straight.”
Yoongi didn’t let either of them move for a moment. He smiled at Taehyung and then licked his lips. “Guess we can move to the bed after he goes to work.”
“Hey!” Jungkook protested.
Taehyung laughed and leaned over him, mouth at his ear and said, “That’s the plan, darling.”
Jungkook pushed them off the couch.
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Despite their teasing, when Yoongi and Taehyung moved to the bed, they did end up falling asleep. Yoongi’s body still ached and his throat stung from throwing up. And his emotions were flailing all over the place. Not that that wasn’t normal these last few days.
Taehyung’s soft touches on the collar helped calm him down, but his dreams were still uncomfortable. Nothing distinct and scary like before, but just enough that when he woke up, he wasn’t annoyed and he didn’t want to immediately go back to sleep like normal.
Taehyung still slept, his face soft and his hair almost glowing in the sunlight.
“Gorgeous,” Yoongi whispered.
Taehyung was gorgeous, and Yoongi wondered how someone so pretty would think that he was pretty. Compared to him? Compared to Jungkook? Yoongi wasn’t anything special.
They seemed to think so. And Yoongi was just going to have to believe them. Or let them think what they wanted, anyway.
His entire body hurt and he felt gross. Definitely ready for a bath. He bit his lower lip and decided not to wake Taehyung, sliding out of bed as carefully as possible. After shutting the door of the bathroom, he went right to the tub and started filling it with water. He used the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and took his clothes off before catching sight of his pale skin in the mirror and stopping.
He had a few scars here and there on his body, mostly from beatings or from fights. A couple from his own claws trying to focus on something other than the things that were done to his body. He was too skinny, but he didn’t look sick. Not really. His ribs were still defined and poking out, but his face was plumper than it had been. A good stream of food to go with restful sleep.
It all felt too surreal still. Having a home, a place between two lovers and not just an owner. He ran a finger along the collar and bit his lower lip. This feeling of being someplace, of actually belonging someplace, felt good, it felt too good to be true.
Taehyung had asked Jungkook if it was because Yoongi was new, if they’d get tired of him once the novelty wore off. Jungkook assured him that it wouldn’t. They both had assured each other, and him. They’d told Yoongi that too. But it hadn’t even been a week. Maybe they ... maybe they wouldn’t want him.
Yoongi would not blame them. Especially because of his past and his present. He knew that he could be unintentionally hurtful with his words and actions.
It was all new to him, too. Maybe after a while, he’d be the one to grow tired of the affection.
With the way his chest tightened at the thought of that, he knew that he wouldn’t. He was already in too deep, his emotions, his Hybrid-ness, or whatever. He loved it. He loved it so much and he didn’t want it to ever go away.
Growling at himself and at how pathetic he sounded, Yoongi rubbed his eyes. He wouldn’t cry. Not at all. But his vision blurred as he rifled under the sink for one of the bath bombs, and his breath was unsteady as he dropped it into the full tub and waited for it to spread around.
He wasn’t sure if he could get the leather collar wet, so he reached for the clasps and held his breath. It was okay to take it off, right? He could. He was allowed. He knew that Taehyung would throw it away given the opportunity, so he wouldn’t get angry at Yoongi for taking it off. Right?
It was more important to keep the collar safe than his own skin. A twist of his fingers unclasped the two metal parts and he swallowed as his neck was freed.
He hadn’t even checked to see which bath bomb he’s picked and he blamed the way the bathwater moved and swirled with greens and pinks on the bath bomb and not at the tears on his face.
Flowers. And meadows.
Taehyung. He picked the one that smelled like Taehyung.
He almost didn’t want to climb into it, but even if all the thoughts of Taehyung and Jungkook were why he was so upset, being surrounded by his scent was the only thing to calm him down.
He sank into the tub with a whimper and let the smell engulf him. With his head leaning against the wall, he let himself cry. He didn’t know if they were happy tears or sad ones. Or ones of relief. Or just exhaustion. He didn’t want to think anymore. He didn’t want to worry. He didn’t want to feel so worthless.
Nothing made sense. Nothing at all, and Yoongi curled his legs up, wrapped his arms around his knees and sat in the warmth of Taehyung’s scent until the water turned cold.
He stood up on shaky legs and fought with the plug and the water tap with shaking hands. He still couldn’t breathe well and the heat of the shower startled him with a yelp and he jerked back, slipped on the slickness from the bath bomb and ended up on his ass in the slowly draining water with the shower pummeling his face. He tilted his head forward and blinked his eyes trying to clear them of water.
He didn’t know that Taehyung had entered the bathroom until the shower curtain opened and Yoongi yelped and hit his elbow and pain shot up his arm and that was that. He gave up, wrapped his arms around his knees, and sobbed.
Taehyung squeezed into the small tub with him, and Yoongi fought back weakly, but ended up curled up with his arms around him and the shower water no longer hitting him. It took a long time for Taehyung’s cooing to permeate his mind. And Taehyung’s shirt was soaked, and everything was a mess. Water covered the bathroom floor because Taehyung hadn’t shut the curtain. And everything was steamy with heat.
The first thing he registered was Taehyung’s deep voice saying, “I’ve got you, Suga-darling. I’ve got you. You’re okay.” He ran his hands up Yoongi’s back, tailbone to neck, firmer and firmer touches that relaxed his muscles. His crying tapered to sniffles and then to soft gasps and then to murmurs that didn’t make much sense to him, but they were appreciative.
And then he purred, pressing closer to Taehyung’s chest. He shifted onto his knees, between Taehyung’s legs and canted up into Taehyung’s chin.
Taehyung chuckled and used both hands to rub his back. “Feeling better, darling?”
Yoongi didn’t answer. He knew he didn’t have to.
Taehyung pet him for a couple more minutes and then said, “Should we stand up and get clean? Can you do that, darling?”
Yoongi wasn’t sure, but he felt waterlogged and wanted out of the shower. And he was covered in bath bomb stuff.
He nodded.
Taehyung smiled, pressed a kiss to his lips. “Okay. Now stand up and let’s get clean.”
Yoongi’s body wobbled as he stood up. There wasn’t quite enough room to use his tail to keep his balance, but Taehyung’s hands gripped his waist and held him steady. And then Taehyung stood up and Yoongi pressed to the back of the tub to make room for him. He pulled his shirt off, let it land in a wet heap outside of the tub and then did the same with his boxers.
Yoongi swallowed, fingers itching to touch. He folded his arms instead and looked away from the gleam of brown skin, the temptation of dusky nipples and a smooth stomach.
But of course, Taehyung seemed to read his mind and he took Yoongi’s arms and pried them away and held them out. “You can touch me, you know? You don’t have to hold yourself back.”
Yoongi bit his lower lip and touched his waist, hands going to his hips and then around his back. He pressed his face to Taehyung’s shoulder. He was a little taller than Jungkook, so Yoongi fit perfectly against his body.
“So good, darling. You’re so adorable.”
Yoongi snorted and muttered, “Shut up. I’m not Jungkook.”
“But you still like to hear it.”
Yoongi yowled a denial that Taehyung just laughed at. It wasn’t convincing at all.
“Time to be clean,” Taehyung said.
Yoongi stood still and let Taehyung wash him. He wanted to protest that he could do it himself, but he could read Taehyung’s mind pretty well too and he knew that Taehyung wasn’t going to let him.
If Taehyung’s fingers lingered a little longer on his cock and if he swiped a soapy hand up his cleft more than was really necessary, well Yoongi didn’t protest and he didn’t say anything scathing when they got out of the shower and Taehyung was hard, because well, so was Yoongi.
Hard and thirsty for touches.
Taehyung didn’t let him dry himself off either, falling to his knees to get the towel on every inch of his skin. Sometimes his mouth followed, pressing kisses to his ribs and arms and frustratingly to the head of his cock that bounced at the attention. Taehyung chuckled as he ruffled Yoongi’s hair with the towel. He wrapped the towel around Yoongi’s shoulders and then stood up.
Yoongi saw him frown in the mirror, but Taehyung picked up the collar. “I’ll pick up some waterproofing solution so you don’t have to take this off every day when you want a bath.”
Yoongi flushed, stammering his thanks.
Taehyung lifted it to his neck and Yoongi tilted his head to the side. The leather touched skin first and then Taehyung’s lips. “You know I don’t like it.”
“I know. But I do.”
Taehyung huffed warmth against his skin. Exasperation. But he secured the clasp of the collar and adjusted it into place.
“You’ll like it more when it gives you something to hold on to while I’m sucking down your dick.”
Taehyung chuckled. “I can tug on your hair just as easily.”
Yoongi whined. “Now. Right now.”
“No, not right now.”
“Why not?” he demanded with his arms crossed and a pout.
“Because I have something else in mind first.”
Before Yoongi could demand what, Taehyung scooped him up in his arms and carried him to the bed. Yoongi protested only out of habit.
“Lay on your stomach, darling,” Taehyung said.
Yoongi stretched arms and legs out and lay still for a moment, enjoying the way he sank into Jungkook’s bed, and then he turned over. He was naked and hard, and he yowled a little and rubbed his dick on the bed.
Taehyung chuckled. “Hold still. Let me dry you off.”
Yoongi hummed in agreement and pillowed his face on his arms. Wet strands of his hair fell into his eyes and on his cheeks, and he seriously considered going to the salon for that promised haircut.
And then Taehyung ran a towel down his back. A completely dry towel. He rubbed at the thicker fur near his tailbone and up his spine to his shoulders. And then up his tail, giving it a tug. Yoongi yowled and lifted his ass because fuck, that felt good. His legs spread and his dick throbbed.
And Taehyung sure appreciated it if his quick inhale of breath and the way his hands were suddenly shaking meant anything.
An orgasm sounded so good right then, so he wouldn’t have to think about anything anymore. He kept his legs spread, but pulled up onto his knees, ass in the air. His tail wrapped around Taehyung’s waist and he tugged, hinting at what he wanted.
Taehyung chuckled and the next touch on his skin wasn’t with a towel but with Taehyung’s hands.
“Want something, darling?”
Yoongi moaned something that sounded like, “Yes.”
“Can’t really figure out what that might be?” He cupped Yoongi’s ass in both hands and squeezed, pulling another long yowl from Yoongi.
“A-a-an o-o-orgas-sm,” Yoongi whimpered.
“Any particular way you want this orgasm?”
Yoongi shook his head. “Y-you’re c-cre-ative, right?”
Taehyung chuckled. “I am. Can’t think of a good reason to let your pretty clean ass go to waste.”
Really Yoongi should have seen it coming after that, but the first swipe of Taehyung’s tongue up his cleft had him digging his claws into a sheet and his meow of surprise was loud around them. Taehyung hummed and licked him again.
“This okay, darling?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” Yoongi chanted and curled his hips, presenting his ass further, and lifting his tail up and out of Taehyung’s way.
Taehyung licked at his entrance, soft little licks that had Yoongi whimpering. And begging. “Please, please please,” over and over again.
Taehyung increased the pressure, the flat of his tongue just above his hole and then over it, pressing inside him.
Yoongi cried out, body shaking and his cock jumped, spurting clear fluid underneath him.
“Darling, god, your body is so tight.” He licked again, tongue spearing him for a moment and then going back to firmer licks. His thumbs dug into Yoongi’s ass to keep him spread open.
“Can’t ... can’t ... Taehyung, I can’t ...” Yoongi’s knees collapsed and fell back to the bed.
Taehyung chuckled and said, “I can still eat you like this, darling. Here.” He shoved a pillow up under his hips and Yoongi used the leverage to keep his hips curled so Taehyung could lick at him. Taehyung spread his legs with his strong hands on Yoongi’s thighs. His fingers curled into his cleft and kept him wide open for Taehyung’s mouth. He started licking again, and then sucking, on the rim and below it, on the curves of his ass. When the bites started, Yoongi gave up all control and humped the pillow, pushing his dick into its softness and shivering at the drag of fabric on his softer skin.
His moans grew louder when Taehyung slipped a finger into his body, slipping in and out of him next to Taehyung’s tongue.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Yoongi said and then broke off and meowed, loud and long as his body shook and he covered the pillow in come.
“Pretty, god, you’re so pretty when you come,” Taehyung said, sliding the finger deeper inside him and prolonging the pleasure zinging around his body.
Yoongi buried his gasps into the bed and he whimpered at the sudden second finger dipping into his ass.
“Pretty,” Taehyung said and added his tongue again.
Yoongi whined and wasn’t sure if he wanted to thrust away or thrust back. But his body knew and he thrust back on Taehyung’s fingers and tongue with a long meow.
Taehyung moaned and kept eating, sucking and playing. His other hand slid between his legs and cupped Yoongi’s cock and after only a few more strokes, he was coming again, shuddering through more pleasure and pulsing more come onto the pillow.
“Fuck,” Taehyung said. “Fuck.” His face and mouth were gone from his ass and instead, Yoongi felt the length of his dick between his asscheeks and he whined. Taehyung pressed them together, pumping his dick in quick, short thrusts.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Yoongi’s breath steadied enough but the only thing out of his mouth was, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”
“I want to, darling. I want to slide my dick into your body and make you come on my cock. I do. I ... fuck!”
He yanked himself away despite Yoongi’s growl, and then a moment later, he splattered Yoongi’s ass and back in come. He fell over him, sliding his spurting dick along his cleft and buried his moans into Yoongi’s shoulder. His open mouth lay against his skin for a moment before he started kissing and sucking, turning the skin bright red.
Yoongi moaned, thrusting back and shivering at the feel of Taehyung’s dick on his ass, and then between his thighs and sliding under his balls and along his dick.
“Fuck.”
Taehyung chuckled. “Yeah. Fuck.”
Yoongi shifted and then pushed at Taehyung until he moved enough for Yoongi to turn onto his back. And right into more come. Eh, oh well.
Taehyung gripped under his head and kissed him, his hips lowering again to slide their dicks together.
Yoongi slid his hands up Taehyung’s back, claws light over his ribs and down his sides.
“Shit, it’s been a long time since I lost it that fast,” Taehyung said.
Yoongi smiled. “I’ll take that as a compliment and not an indication of how good you are at sex.”
Taehyung growled and deepened the kiss. Yoongi did not mind and they kissed for a long time until everything softened and their breath steadied.
“Need another shower,” Yoongi said and blushed when his stomach rumbled.
“And dinner,” Taehyung said.
Yoongi nodded. “Yeah. I haven’t eaten all day.”
“I have,” Taehyung said and winked.
Yoongi blushed and did not regret shoving Taehyung away by his smug gorgeous handsome face.
>(^o^)<
When Jungkook got home, he wasn’t really surprised to find his devious best friend and his pretty cat naked on the living room floor and getting whipped cream everywhere.
“Do I want to know?” Jungkook asked as he took off his shoes.
“You didn’t have ice cream, and I wanted a sundae,” Yoongi said.
“Going out to get one required getting dressed,” Taehyung added and sprayed a swirl of cream on Yoongi’s chest, just below a red nipple. “Want some?”
Jungkook stared at them for a moment wondering why that was even a question. He pulled off his shirt, sank down to his knees, and put his mouth to Yoongi’s sugary skin.
>(^o^)<
Part 8: He Is Gorgeous
Part 6: Can I Kiss You Yet?
Part 5: Slow. Go Slow.
Part 4: You Two Are Gross
Part 3: Spoil My Fun
Part 2: Cold Shower. Ice, Ice Cold.
Part 1: Taehyung Was Going To Kill Him
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