No Spell Can Cure Shyness (except maybe love)
by maia_archives (ao3)
Authers Description: Yoongi really doesn’t expect the witchboy who sent him an accidental text to be the prettiest boy he's ever seen in all his life. Or the nicest. Or the kindest. Or just the best in every possible way. Painfully shy and (un)smooth as he is, Yoongi decides the best way to approach this Jimin person is in the form of a cat. A cat who can't talk. Great plan, Yoongi.
Note: This is barely a text fic, I almost didn’t want to include it, but it’s just so cute!!
Group: BTS
Main ship: Yoonmin
Other ships: Taekook, Namjin
Chapters: 1 (Complete)
Summary – [To avoid taking over the throne the princess makes a pact with a renowned familiar Min Yoongi. It just happens that the princess’ suitor lives in the same palace where he’s imprisoned.]
Warnings – smut, oral (f), unprotected sex, marking/biting, grinding, Yoongi calls you master and princess a lot, marking kink, first time (oc’s), mild dirty talk, (tiny) mention of blood, mistreatment mentioned, swearing, toxic family, imprisonment, the good old fashioned ‘the woman exists to fulfill her part in marriage
Word Count – (8k)
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The sun takes its place high in the azure using her power to change the night to daylight the stars fading slowly to let the clouds overshadowing the sky the unbreakable circle which ensures a new day always comes to those who wait and anticipate. Warm tones of oranges and reds seep through dark corners and high walls. Even if people are miles away from each other the sun rises the same. Two souls who are not connected at all can share the same anticipation. Poetry is beautiful helps you to understand the concept of untouchable feelings love, hate, anger all of it.
Surrounded by books in an enormous castle the library became my favourite place to be if I wanted to breathe the old rusty smell of wisdom fills my nose as I bath in the sunlight with my eyes closed. In front of the glass window, there's no need to look I already memorised every part of the kingdom every curve of the neighbouring mountains, grass even the dry spots and snaking commute routes sewed deep into the village below and I can see it with my eyes closed the beautiful scenery is the most breathtaking when the sun just came up to tend to its duty warming up the earth and filling the day with hope informing the commoners to start their day. Like little ants they rush to the market or the factories.
A loud knock heard outside the door the sound resonating through the silent library I turn around with a sigh to see who's about to disturb my quiet morning.
"Terribly sorry to interrupt you my princess but the carriage is ready to leave."
"Already?" Seeing my personal maid at the entrance I don't try to console the distaste colouring my voice.
Nodding as a courtesy I tell the lady to leave since I'll be there in a minute. How could I forget? My mother schemed this entire trip to the land of the witches to deliver her gift full of fruits from the land of mortals. Determined to find a prince who would willingly marry me and she cannot get a better opportunity as the heirs are endless on the list not just in the kingdom of witches she would happily arrange a voyage to the wolves or the vampires if only I would agree.
By the time I arrive at the entrance of the estate my mother is already there. Of course, she would make sure I'll obediently leave as I promised. But it's not just her who has plans I'm not innocent either as I have my own ulterior motives.
I present a quick kiss to her cheek before climbing into the wheeled transporter my best friend is sitting inside apparently I was the only one missing.
"Did you do what I asked you to do?" I question F/N, my most reliable ally she grew up with me in the castle we have known each other since we were toddlers. My most trusted friend who appeared to be a witch herself so it was no inquest who will I bring with me to this undesirable visit. She looked to her right smiling at my mother who came to see us off. F/N remains silent until the carriage leaves the estate for the reason that she doesn't want to take any risks. She would be in trouble if my mother somehow overhears us.
"Of course I did!" She tells me excitedly the road is a little bumpy looking out the window I can see the trees lined up next to the road indicating that we are getting farther away from the land of mortals the dust sticks to the carriage's window as we move forward. We have to get through the vampire's kingdom first to arrive at the witches. This forest is the only route which connects our land with the vampires. I can feel it in my bones that this trip will be a long one. But I have a task at hand and before that, I need to hear the information F/N gathered for me.
"Tell me. Don't play coy now. My patience is not as long-lasting as you think." I urge her to speak she is anything but timid after all at our young age as 9 and a half she was the one who beaten up a boy higher in the ranking than us just because the son of the grand duke called me ugly.
"Your mother would order to cut my head off if she knew I helped you with this." Despite the heavy words, the glint in her eyes told me another story.
"Same old same old." I roll my eyes. Knowing my mother is not a violent person if the time ever arrises and she wants to punish someone she would let them rot in the dungeon as she cannot stand the sight of blood.
"I asked around a little and contacted some old friend. I heard an interesting story about a familiar who is imprisoned under the castle for over a hundred years to this very day." Motioning for her to continue my lips formed into a tiny smirk.
"This familiar's name is Yoongi I believe his name rings a bell since every kingdom knows about his horrendous crime. Murdering his master after he served him for over 50 years."
"I remember hearing about it from our teacher he mentioned it one time I think when we were young. We weren't even born yet when this happened." I tell her about my thoughts.
"Your mother plans to give your hand to one of the witch royalties because you cannot be the queen of the people without a king right? But I doubt they'll want it as soon as they realise you made Yoongi your familiar. You're not a witch but the bonding ritual is legitimate so it's possible. And even if your mother reaches out to other kingdoms him being a notorious bad omen no one will choose you as their ruler. He saves your life and you give his life back. Good deal don't you think?" F/N proudly puffs out her chest after the detailed explanation. The plan is dangerous and brilliant at the same time.
"We'll see if he thinks that way too." I tell her my final words as the carriage halts to its stop.
"He would be a fool to refuse. He rots in that tiny cage for over a hundred years. I would sell my soul to see the sun beyond the bars for just one day."
Maybe she is right a hundred year is a very long time but perhaps for him, it's not much since he must be over five hundred years old estimated it's just a quarter of his life which would be a lifetime for a human like me.
"Well, we'll eventually find out but for now let's give the royals a nice show." I use my irresistible charming smile to coax the inhabitants I politely thank the servant who helps us step out of the carriage and guide us into the witches estate.
"You are terrible." She laughs as we wait for the king and queen in the throne room. We are left alone but not for a long time.
"What a pleasant surprise Princess Y/N from the land of mortals. Such excellent timing to welcome you into our home my boys are happy to be of service." Smiling as the king spoke with the underlying message evident but well hidden. What a sneaky old man. I'm sure my mother talked stars and pearls into his waiting mouth marriage is always welcome between royalties and stuck with five princes up their sleeves I'm positive they're keen to send them off. Only they knew what I'm about to do. That the only thing I want from them is locked away and blessed with ears and a curly tail with years behind him. I can't wait to see him.
"I'm sure my king that after this warm hospitality my stay will be as pleasant as you suggest. Not to be ungrateful my mother sent me to bring you only the best fruits from our garden. Please gracefully accept."
The king and his wife are pleased by my manners I can see it in their sharp eyes and I can almost hear the faint sounds of 'I approve' just sitting on the top of their tongue. What a show indeed.
"You must be tired from all the travelling darling. Why don't you take a long bath and rest for the day." The queen suggests and I bite into the offered apple while the occasion transpires for me to start my mission.
"If it's not too much to ask I would like to see this beautiful estate before I do as you say. I've been cooped up in that carriage for the longest time I believe it would be great to agitate my tired muscles."
"Very well princess. Do as you please." Getting the permission I anticipated I leave the room after giving them my further courtesy with F/N closely following me we exchange a mischievous grin silently communicating that everything is under control. Now we just have to get to the cells where Yoongi is held in.
A young knight is ordered to host our tour. I tell F/N to settle down and make sure my luggage is safely transported so it left us alone me and the man going through the halls and studies. Boring is the best word to describe this but I never fail to give my utmost attention to the youthful soldier since I have the goal in mind.
"The chandelier is imported made with the lightest metal on earth this is one of the king of wolves peace offering gift.."
I gently place my palm on his shoulder to get his attention he stopped with the lecture looking at me with innocent doe eyes I would even find him cute in any other circumstances.
"I heard that there is an underground prison. Can I see that as well?" Stepping a little closer I gently caress the patterns on his uniform he visibly swallows due to my proximity.
"T-that's a forbidden area Princess." The knight stutters not liking the rejection I step a little closer giving a faint peck onto his cheeks then turning to whisper into his ear.
"Pretty please. I promise it's going to be our secret."
After a few minutes of sweet talk on my part, the knight is wrapped around my little finger. Shortly arriving at the stone stairs which probably leads to the dungeon I tell my escort to stay out with the guards he hesitates but I ensure him that no harm will come to my way. I finally get to the underground cells. The musty air irritates my smell of sense the torches are not providing enough light source as I go further and deeper so I'm clueless about this place height and depth capabilities I grab onto my underskirt I try to hold my nose high so the prisoners don't attempt to profit from my fearfulness. Hushed voices discuss my arrival calling out for me to come closer but I'm smarter than that.
The exact last cell is where my foot rooted to its spot. Under the dim light glowing yellow eyes pin my body to place I can't see his face nor body but I know it's him.
"Who are you?" The tenant's raspy voice emerges from the dark cell his voice is almost muffled by the prisoner's harsh whispers. Seems like he hasn't got much opportunity to use his voice until now which is not surprising since he's in the last cell and I don't think a lot of people venture this far.
"I'm princess Y/N from the land of mortals." After my introduction, a few whistles are heard the person who I assume is Yoongi in front of me chuckles like I told him the best joke of his life.
"Are you lost, your highness?" Despite it's hard for him to speak I'm delighted that his funny bone is still in its place. Tired of chasing his silhouette I step closer to get a more nearby look of his face but as soon as I do that his eyes lit up in a dangerous manner. Startling me with his soundless moves I find myself face to face with him the only comfort which keeps my heartbeat under control is the fact that our bodies are separated by the iron bars.
"What, cat got your tongue?" He humours me further. I'm close to just turn around and leave but I need him. My temper enhances significantly repressing the bubbling fear.
"Are you done?" I ask him don't even bother to conceal my annoyed tone but this way finally I can take a closer look conceding he is no longer hiding behind the shadows.
The state he is in is more than miserable. Cuts are littered along his body in different sizes and shapes, a huge one on his jawline next to the green and blue bruises following the line of his collarbone. His eye is dim in an unnatural way because of the lack of light. He was deprived of the sunlight for so long that I'm not certain his eyesight is healthfully functioning. The least of my concerns right now surrounding his physique is how dirty he seems.
After maintaining eye-contact with him for long minutes I interpret his silence as a yes.
"I'm here to offer you a deal. This deal is only accessible for Min Yoongi who I think you are but feel free to correct me if I'm wrong." I catch the light movement of his tail at the mention of his name. It must have been a long time since someone called him using his full name but I didn't get any more reaction than that.
"What's the price?"
Price? What on earth is he talking about? I turn my head to the side thinking about what he said.
"Everything comes with a paid price. So what is that you want from me? I'm assuming you're here to offer me my freedom but what will I own you if I accept princess."
His reasoning makes sense. I let my smile take over my calm features for a moment before remaining stoic.
"I want you to be my familiar in exchange for your freedom."
Disoriented laughs are interrupting my monologue for a passing second I forgot that we are surrounded by people sharing the same fate as Yoongi these tiny cells don't help me to have a private conversation with the desired person.
"Are all princesses this brainless? He's here because he killed his owner. Do you wish to die?" The guy in the cell next to Yoongi's speak up. The whole cell is dark so I can't see the eye of this brave fool. How dare he call me brainless?
"Do you?" I challenge back as I thought the reply was nowhere to be found.
"Why?" His simple question throws me back. I was waiting for him to call me reckless or stupid. Maybe laugh at my brave idea.
"You see I'm a princess an heir if you'd like. I can't take that place as the next queen of the land of mortals." I reason.
"So by binding yourself to me it helps you achieve this goal." I nod in confirmation.
"I'm not interested. Go back up before you get into trouble." His next words make my heart rate drop. Did he reject me? Why?
"Are you certain? This is your only chance Yoongi." I try again but he shakes his head he evolves into the shadows again where I can't follow him with my eyes. I'm not done with our conversation yet but presumably, he is done talking.
"I'll come back to see you before I leave. Think about my offer." I take my leave after my last words to him which emit no more reaction on his part no chuckle just utter silence.
I fall into the silky sheets groaning into the matching pillow to lower the volume of my unladylike act I can't stop thinking about the conversation I had with Yoongi. He rejected me. My offer. Everything. I feel frustration and humiliation eating me up alive. My pride is hurt and I'm sure he liked the desperate look on my face as he did so.
F/N left my room half an hour ago I told her everything she was shocked too. Called him a fool maybe the dark place deadened his decision-making skills. I left the cryptic place after that conversation my legs felt like jelly the knight who waited for me to reappear sighed in relief when he saw that I'm safe and sound. He helped me to find my way back to my room.
I excused myself from dinner that day by the reason of I don't think I can pull off my facade. I'm still fuming inside.
The night was nothing better either. I couldn't sleep as soon as I closed my eyes I could hear the prisoners laugh and the way Yoongi made fun of my title so arrogantly. Right. It's for the better. I don't think we would have been worked anyway.
"Princess? Are you alright?" Accepting the strong support I straighten up holding onto the oldest son of the king. After breakfast with the royals, I was asked if I wanted to see the garden and in front of the king and queen, there was no way for me to refuse. Not that I was complaining the oldest son seemed the most charming and soft mannered from all of the heirs but I don't plan to marry him all the same. However, after the rejection, I'm not assured what will I do from now on.
"Thank you, prince Kim. I might be a little clumsy today I fear." I giggle while I untangle our intertwined hands don't want to give him the impression that he can possibly take my heart. He takes it as a cue to step away gaining back our original distance an evident blush is forming on his fair skin.
"I'll lead you if you please give me your hand." He angles his elbow so I can rest my palms on his forearm.
"What are they doing?" I ask the prince as we arrive at a secluded area near the gardens gate and if my memory is correct this is the way the dungeon is situated. A wall of guards formed in front of the prison's opening as a physician looking older man appears from the darkness the heavy door shuts closely behind him with a loud thud towering over the cold stone building.
"One of the prisoners must be ill. No need to worry." He tries to lead me away but I slip through his fingers as I walk to the direction I can see the commotion dissolving. Is Yoongi sick? Different thoughts filling my head I can't stop my limbs from emerging forward I need to make sure he is alright.
"What happened?" I accost the old man. He bows down as he meets my eye offering me an answer after the required formalities.
"A prisoner is down with a high fever these following nights were cold and these walls were not made to preserve heat, my princess." I take a second glance at the unfriendly architecture I can see it with my eyes that what he is implying is indeed true.
"Who is sick? Perhaps it's the boy with the ears?" I get back on track with my questioning after I momentarily got distracted.
"Yes, that's accurate." He confirms. No wonder, his clothes were thin as much as I can remember.
"Is he being treated?" I half question half demand. Hearing the edge in my voice the physician fumbles with his clothes.
"N-no."
Ordering him to bring him up from the cells following my hard-headed temper some stern orders later the knights carried him to my sleeping chamber and the doctor examined him with real effort this time and prescribed medicine which should help him through his high fever.
The estate was raging as I tended to the prisoner in my temporary room the words here travel fast and I was shortly accused of treason knights securing the door not to let the oblivious boy who rested with his brows furrowed because of the pain as sweat formed on his body escape even if it was not possible in his recent condition but the warm-hearted prince who escorted me earlier convinced the king to turn a blind eye on my mistake. However, the marriage proposal was cancelled. Not something I was particularly sorry for either.
The ultimatum came soon after ordering me to leave before the night encompasses the estate. I'm hoping that Yoongi will be up and well enough to ride in the carriage with me by the time that comes.
Thanking the maid who gave me fresh water in a pot excused her leave timidly after her task was done. I dipped the clog into the crystal clear water to remove some of the sweat and years of dirt on his body. He shivered with my every delicate move but never woke up from his feverish dream. Incoherent words left his lips here and there but I couldn't make sense out of them.
I let my forehead touch the silky sheets making a promise to rest my eyes for a few minutes. The next time I hoist my head up in alarm when I sense movement but it's not from Yoongi his body is still unmoving the only thing that changed is that his profile is emotionless as he got rid of the pained grimace turning around I see a figure lingering near the opened door I look out the window surprised to realise it's already night time. Did I sleep through the day?
"Prince Kim." I'm startled to see him here. I slowly close the door behind me not to alert Yoongi. He needs to sleep.
"I talked to father you can stay until he recovers." Having a larger wonderment as I hear the prince out. I can't wrap my head around the fact that he helps me despite the fact that he clearly has no solid reason to.
"Don't presume I'm ungrateful but why are you helping me, prince Kim? The goal I came here with is to bring this familiar home. I tricked your whole family believing that I'm interested in marrying one of you." Laying out the undeniable truth his face don't confront into anger or disgust he simply stares back with those dreamy eyes like he would wish to hold the universe in them for me.
"I knew that. At least the part about the marriage. You don't remember me do you?" Tilting my head due to the accusation I dig through memories if I can see even a fragment of him but I came back with my hand empty.
"Have we met before?" I give his form a throughout examination but it doesn't steer in me any recollection.
"It's not important now. Please go back I recall I heard steps behind the door your guest must be awake."
I give my curt goodbye to the prince before pulling on the door handle afraid Yoongi is going to escape somehow. The bed is empty the sheets disoriented that's the only thing indicating that someone occupied it not long ago. I needed a few seconds before my eyes got used to the darkness of the room.
"You should rest." I offer I don't step away from the door worried that he would like to use it. Those yellow eyes glare a hole into my skull his orbs hastily take in the furniture inside the room confused how did he got here or where exactly he was.
"Would you like some water?" I motion with my hand to the bedside table where a single glass filled with water rests. I remembered how hard was for him to form sentences so I thought a drink would help him undo the knot in his throat.
He regards me rooted to his position which felt like forever before he grabbed the glass and gulped down the content in one go. I caught him licking his chapped lips with confident strides he halts in front of me just a mere centimetre away. I look back up to meet his intense stare not giving him the satisfaction of the doubt of fear.
"Why am I here?" His voice is a mere whisper his breath colliding with my own ragged ones, yellow orbs more intimidating in this close proximity. I wonder if it's his real eye colour or if it's just because it helps him adjust to the darkness.
"You fell sick and I brought you here to help you recover." A weary hand shifted to curl one of my strands around his index finger the touch was gentle following the movement he let it fall back with the rest of my hair arranging the mass of locks to expose my neck he grabbed me with his hand it was big enough to grip the entire expanse of it. The motion should be itself alarming but I refused to let him see the reaction he was waiting for. The only thing I wasn't able to control is the quickening pace of blood flowing through my pulse point where he rested his index finger.
"Tell me why should I spare your life princess?" A sadistic grin plastered on his face I matched his with a similar crazy look.
"Go ahead if you want to go back to prison that bad." I encourage him my bold words surprised him since his hold was almost nonexistent. I decided to take advantage of the situation I used all of my strength to push him he landed on the bed as I aimed I straddled his hip to keep him in place.
"Are you still saying no? I'm leaving tomorrow morning." I ask him for the last time I placed the heel of my palms on both of his shoulders to keep my upper body straight. This position is very inappropriate but at this moment this is not the only thought plaguing my mind. Being this close to a man even if he is half animal my belly flips in delight. Only if he knew his touch is poisonous my hormones are playing a cruel joke every time since I'm deprived of the opposite genders touch. Being a virgin is painful in a way I'm a woman of many desires. Shaking the thoughts out of my head I try to focus on the task at hand. This is not the time for fantasies.
"Depends." The playful tone alerts me his surprisingly firm grip found its place on the curve of my waist his long nails dig into my skin even though I have many layers on.
"On what?" I lower my voice. Two people can play this game if he thinks he is a player than I'm the coach. I hear the sound of air held in his lungs due to my closeness to shakily escape.
"Are you serious about bounding your life to mine? You heard I killed my previous master. What makes you think you won't end up with the same fate?" A simple caress from the pad of his fingers make my blood boil but not in a negative fashion I take a deep breath before pulling his face closer using the nape of his neck to rest it between the space where my shoulder meets with my neckline. I hear him sharply inhale my scent his fingers dig into my skin more powerfully. I play with the loose strands of hair the tips are still wet from the effect of his high fever.
"Let's find out together, shall we? Won't you come home with me Yoongi? I promise I'm going to take good care of you." Instead of an answer, a sharp pain appeared without a warning where his fangs pierced into my unmarked skin. The pain reduces to a dull ache while Yoongi licks the shredded blood before it could stain my clothes. The texture of his tongue against my heated skin is weird but it helps to lessen the discomfort until it feels just a little sore if I move it the wrong direction.
"You could have warned me you know." I tell him with a slight edge in my pitch as I get off. He stays in position resting on the bed with a smirk adorning his features licking his lip to get rid of the remaining blood from the bonding.
"What's the fun in that?" He beams bearing his teeth.
"They just let him go with you? Are you sure you are not wanted for betrayal Y/N?" F/N staining her eyes between me and our new companion her worry shows through her eyes if it weren't obvious from her wording.
"I was accused of treason, but the situation was under my control I was allowed to leave with an undertoned never come back." I leave out the little detail that prince Kim who helped me come clear. I wonder what he had to offer to get this privilege for me. I suddenly feel bad for him.
We are situated in the carriage on the way to finally reach home I absentmindedly scratch the surface of the mark. I feel it itch from time to time.
F/N got the surprise of her life when I showed up with Yoongi on my side he scowled at my friend I dare to say even growled at her. She didn't dare to address him or even look him in the eye because of his unwelcoming demeanour. I needed to persuade her to get on the carriage with us.
"It won't heal properly if you do that princess." Grabbing my hand Yoongi licks the newly opened wound my face immediately turns bright red since my friend watches the exchange with furrowed brows wondering what the hell is happening. To be honest I would like to know that too. Yesterday he was ready to snap my neck to its breaking point and today he obediently followed me even going that far to rest his head on me while travelling.
With a hum of satisfaction, he places his head back on my shoulder to its previous position to continue his sweet nap.
"We completed the bond so the witches can't do a single thing. Criminal or not the sacred law of familiars are still sanctioned." I offer her my explanation as I fidget in my place to get into a more comfortable position and she nods in understanding.
"Since he is your familiar now you do as you please so they have no authority to keep him locked away. Smart." I smile back loving that she gives me credit even though it was her plan, not mine. This way she can praise herself without being a prig.
"Your brother will be enlightened at the expense of your mother. She will be mad I'm convinced."
The mention of my mother reminds me of the family supper I'm reckoned to attend such a good way to ruin my mood.
"Same old same old." I use the phrase again these family affairs are the same each time. Nothing changes no matter what I say or do until the throne is filled at least.
The familiar pattern of the wooden table stuffed with food the smell of the expensive cuisine hits my nose before we even step foot into the dining room. My mother is sitting at the head of the table anticipating a prince next to me not a boy with ears. We take a seat as well the servants fill our glasses with wine my mother takes a big sip maybe for the hope of it will keep her rising tartness at bay. The cancelled marriage proposal must have reached her ears by now.
"Who is this?" I take a sip myself before answering.
"He's my familiar Min Yoongi our deal is already sealed. Good luck with finding further suitors." I suppress a smile as her face turns red due to anger.
"Are you out of your mind young lady? Would you let your evil brother have the throne for himself instead?" Nodding my head I remain stoic as ever. I take a bite out of my plate full of food.
"I'm hurt mother. You never invite me to these family dinners." The double doors open disturbing the flow of our argument with a loud thud revealing a grinning man which claimes to be my brother by blood.
"Is that a mark little sister?" He beams following the mark with his fingertips he's closer than I thought he was at first.
"None of your business." I remove his hand as expected he doesn't take that as an offence. Occupying the seat next to me he sits down in front of Yoongi they glare at each other as no one backs down. My brother is the first one however to cut off the staring contest.
"Working hard to kill your daughter I see. Did you forget my oath?" I gulped maybe she did but I didn't.
"Your family is something." Yoongi lets out a humourless laugh and I cannot agree more. What can I say? I'm nothing special I'm sure somewhere someone can tell the same that her power-hungry brother would kill her if she steps up to the throne.
I hum in agreement I'm too tired to start a conversation right now I sit down to remove my mascara and the upper layers of my clothing. I make eye contact with Yoongi with the help of the mirror he hooks his fingers into my garment to help me get rid of it. Blushing in the process but I let him do that.
"You seem stressed master." The name and the underlying indication in his voice make me feel funny in the stomach. His fingers dancing along the exposed skin following the outline of my collarbone caressing with light touches he finds the healing mark bowing down to match my height as I stay in a sitting position in my chair his hands slide down stroking the full length of my arms when he reaches to touch my wrists he pulls my hands to rest them above my head intertwining them behind his neck. Soon a kiss follows and another, licking and kissing the mark on my skin with newfound fervour while making new ones but they are more like love bites.
Finding my clothes in the way he helps me stand up pulls me until my back is arched into his firm chest pulling on my undergarment layer to toss it next to the other layers. Growling displeased once he discovers another layer is in the way. Halting my little laugh seeing his distress he smashes his lips with mine anticipating the gasp I let out so he can intrude and poke his tongue beyond the seam of my lips exploring my mouth I can savour the faint taste of wine still lingering in our tastebuds from the feast.
"Does anyone touched you before like this?" His low voice echoing in the quiet room biting into my earlobe pulling on the flesh awakens goosebumps with his bold actions occasional soft whines and gaps left my parted lips but I bite my lip to quiet my vocal cords down. Obviously frustrating my familiar further because of the lack of response. But he knows how much effect he has on me with his heightened sense of smell he can tell I'm aroused. A little slip of his fingers and he could feel it too. I let my eyes roll back into the back of my skull as his long fingers found the way to my most intimate part. Caressing the hot skin there even with a barrier between my skin and his fingers the touch makes me moan directly into his ear since my head fell onto his shoulder for support.
"Yoongi." I sigh as his name leaves my lips with my eyes still closed I feel his smirk on the skin of my neck licking a log stripe up my jugular vein he sorts my locks to a makeshift ponytail to align my face with his not waiting for me to open my eyes he hungrily starts to devour my lips again his movements radiating dominance not letting me take control not that my mind is clear enough to even attempt that.
"Jump." After pulling away so we can inhale back the needed air into our lungs he grips my thigh to support me as I circle my legs around his waist the air feels extremely hot in the room but he lets no time to ponder about the heat as he lets me down pressing my back onto the cold sheets positioning himself to press our bodies together in the most delicious ways.
"Take it off." I command helping him to undo the first button on his shirt but he has a faster approach as he lets the fabric rip and he discards it to the floor exposing his milky white skin even the scars on his abdomen cannot take away from his beauty. I trace my fingers along the cuts feeling the healed tissues sharper feel a contrast to besides his smooth skin with every warm touch his muscles contract bathing in the feel of my delicate handling. I look up to seek out his reaction elbows keeping him up on either side of my face he enjoys the touch of my fingertips with his eyes closed. Sensing my stare he lets his lust-filled eyes train on my form moving his palm to rest against my right cheek caressing the flesh the thoughtful gesture makes me smile and he mirrors mine with a shy one not used to this type of affection.
"Can I touch you?" I rest my hand on the waistband of his pants caressing the naked skin of his hip while waiting for his verbal permission. The thought of my touch there made him moan out staring at me with his fucked out eyes hazed with something unknown. He halts my movements probably to clear his head before answering.
"You're my master I should be the one serving you not the other way around princess. How could I ever dream of letting such a high being touch my dirty body." Not liking the answer I change our position to straddle him once more. This state reminds me of the time when we bonded for life but unlike that time now I can let my imagination go wild.
"No need for formalities. Did you forget this? Our mark?" I bare my neck for him to see, he sighs fingers yearning to touch it but I hold them down hovering over his warm body. I'm not finished with talking yet. I quite have a lot to say.
"I'm your master and since you are mine to keep you can have me as well. Unless you don't want me. Do you want me to stop?" I use the position to grind our body together the friction is not enough to satisfy my need for him but hearing Yoongi's needy moans tell it was worth it. Removing the last layers of my clothing I stand there bare in front of him. The smell of my arousal must be stronger in the air as he bucks his hips upwards closing his eyes with a loud moan following after he easily frees both of his hands and flips me over. Grinding down harder cupping my left breast while toying with the other using his hot mouth. The pleasure seems overwhelming but why do I want more? Combing through his hair I lift up my hips to meet with his efforts halfway.
"W-why are you torturing me m-master? I won't be able to stop if you're going to produce there delicious sounds for me." Afraid that he is going to stop I reopen my eyes to see why the friction is gone along with his body heat I shiver at the lost contact I lock eyes with his fogged gaze looking me up and down getting comfortable between my legs. I close them due to embarrassment hiding my face behind the palm of my hand as his face gets closer to my core.
My face burns as his skilled fingers separate the sticky labia he makes sure to spread the substance all over my core using his index and middle finger maintaining eye contact with me the entire time.
"Can I get a taste princess? Will you let me?" I never heard his voice so low before he lifts up the used fingers to pop them into his mouth closing his eyes to fully get a taste. He moans out like he ate something satisfying his reaction makes me bashful.
"Y-you can do anything." I answer swallowing down my nerves watching how his face shows a new emotion beside lust.
"You don't know what you just got yourself into. What if I want to eat you out all night?" Making his point he licks a long stripe up my core my hip jolts up due to the immense amount of pleasure. He needs to hold my waist in place so it doesn't get too messy.
"Would you like that princess? I can make you feel so so good." Circling his mouth on my clit he inserts the first finger the long digit reaches deep within me my body swallowing them with ease the dirty sounds fill the air as he speeds up his movements once his fingers are coated enough in my juices that it's dripping onto the sheets.
"I'm going to stretch you out you are so tight. Shit. Am I the first one to do this? Am I making you feel good princess?" With every precise trust of his fingers, a moan escapes unable to hold anything in the pleasure is almost unbearably good. I nod my head forcing my eyes to open so I can see him. Realising he watched me this entire time moaning his name and squirming to get away from this amazing feeling.
"Y-you do." My throat is hoarse from the constant moaning I lick my lips to get back some of the moist. "I'm going to cum if you keep doing this." I admit the truth pink dusting my cheeks not sure if it's from the heat or from the confession.
"Good." He shows me a proud smile before going back to eat me out with more powerful strokes he removed his fingers to come only from his mouth he grips my waist to keep me from moving around the feeling of intense pleasure sets every fibre in my body on fire.
"Fuck. I'm going to cum." I warn him if it's even possible at this point he speeds up his movements making me see stars.
Yoongi wipes his mouth before moving up from his prior position not letting me ride out my high to the full extent probably to save my body from over-exhaustion he gives my tired body a few kisses before connecting out mouths together.
"Can you handle more? Or should I stop?" He asks the playful tone long gone instead he looks worried that it was too much. Fairly speaking it was but it won't stop me from begging for more.
"I can take more. I wanna see you cum too."
"Alright, princess but tell me if you want me to stop." The caring tone in his voice revives the butterflies in my stomach I help him removing the remaining barriers. Before he can position his tip in front of my entrance I make him look me in the eye.
"Call me Y/N." I can see he is taken aback a million and one things flashing before his eyes. Adoration, lust maybe even the first sparks of love.
"Y/N." He whispers my name like its a secret shared. "I've got you." He kisses my temple before he begins to ease himself into me inch by inch. The stretch burns his grit is much bigger than his fingers were. He patiently waits until I get used to the feeling I roll my hips experimentally a slight discomfort still there but I can manage. For a little while, I caress his face enjoying the way he fills me up to the brim the expression he cannot even mask defying into pleasure as my walls grip his member tightly, wet and hot just for him, because of him. The sweet torture visible as he wrinkles his nose like he has an inner battle with himself what he wants more moving or staying like this forever.
"Yoongi. Move." I tell him gipping his shoulders for support awaiting the dull ache he slowly withdraws determined to make my wish come true before pushing back with the same gentleness. A choked moan resonates from the depth of his throat it takes every bit of his self-control not to push too hard.
His pushes became more powerful as he got encouraged by my heightened grunts and moans. Still slow but more precise and forceful. Letting my body get used to the pace before switching up the dynamics of his thrusts.
Sweat forms on our body the way our limbs touch stick to each other not just my mind but the air is fogged as well, the room filled with the noises and smell of sex. The torturing speed is long gone Yoongi's hips meet with mine exploring a new angle which aids me to cry out.
"Found it." He smirks satisfied by my moans and cries of bliss he starts abusing the same spot the fullness gives me a shameless satisfaction feeling how his member curves touching the right places using the best amount of pressure to make my belly twist my fast approaching high is making Yoongi proud of his skills.
"Please Yoongi don't stop." I plea about to go crazy how good it feels I circle my legs around his tiny waist and god it helps he reaches deeper this way allowing him to go deeper and faster.
"Don't worry princess I got you." Yoongi reassures me with choked words paired up with a firm thrust of his hip.
I squeeze him harder it gets significantly more difficult for him to move the sounds and moans helping him to abandon the previously controlled movements he becomes sloppy and his groans becoming louder indicating that he is going to come soon. A couple of more thrusts that it takes for him to finish, he calls my name before he cums dropping the honorifics making it more special than it would be if he simply called me master or princess. We bask in the afterglow of our orgasms his body is heavy over mine but I welcome the weight of it. I silently thank the gods as I recall my favourite verse of the poet that goes 'even if people are miles away from each other the sun rises the same'. Don't matter what he did or where he was before the only thing that matters to me is that he holds all the stars in his eyes and without hesitation, he would let me have all of them.
A petite figure stands at the outside of the door listening to the soft murmurs of sweet declaration and panting she starts curling the diamond earrings with her fingertips, habits die hard. She grips the vial harder the green liquid shimmering as the sun goes down. There's only one problem with the sun it burns too.
Summary: Yoongi is a ordinary house cat hybrid with an ok life and a huge crush in his ower’s friend. Even if Y/N always treated him lovelly and as an equal he is all insecurities and thoughts of rejection about being a hybrid, without imagining that the feeling can be reciprocal.
Pairing: cat!Yoongi x human!Reader
Genre: FLUFF, angst, slight smut.
Words: 3737.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: not grafic description/mention of sex.
gif is not mine.
Yoongi was kind of pissed, slightly upset... Absolutely stressed. The lights and loud music of the club did'nt help, the drunk people ingnoring him, dancing around him as if he don't exist, neither. Is unusual for him feel so bad about being who he is, but today is a day that everything screams that he is less than everyone and it won't change. He brought the last swig of his drink to his lips, sad that he could'nt get another one alone, and for the sake of his pride he would'nd ask to Namjoon.
Is also unusual for Yoongi to argue with his friend and brother Namjoon, but today is a day that things got ugly. "You know that I love you hyung. For me we are equals, but is not like this for others. Even if my friends like you, they still seeing you as my pet.". It hurted. Hurts. Because is true, and Yoongi knows it.
And it hurts so... so bad... Because for a second he belived otherwise.
The discussion started when Yoongi thought he could share with his friend the feelings he have for you. You, the pretty human friend of Namjoon, the girl who is usualy at their house with no reason, the one that give the greatest pets ever and whose conversation is so good that he wouldn’t mind that you definitely lived with him. It took too long, but when Yoongi figured out his interest in you being a really romantic thing he was so happy he couldn’t keep to himself.
“What do you think, Namjoon? How should I tell her?”
It's obvious to Yoongi that the negative reaction of Namjoon was caring, he knows his friend well enough. It wasn’t his intention to freak out and smash Yoongi heart. He is trying to protect me. He told himself for the hundredth time, fighting against resentment. He discarted his plastic cup in defeat.
And there was you. The reason of his frustration. Oblivious at his issues, dancing with your friends. Namjoon's friends. Not his friends. His stomach droped.
Yoongi sighed. He can't just not stare at you. You are so beautiful to him, feeling yourself while dancing with your eyes closed, your pretty hair swinging around your delicate shouders, hips moving with the music naturaly - because you love dancing even if you are not goot at all. Another music started making you jump and sing. He almost can smell you now.
If he wasn't a scared cat... A hybrid cat... He would be dancing with you, talking in your ears, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you close, maybe kissing you... not only picturing it in his mind. But he is a pet, not a normal guy who you would like to flirt with.
He sighed again. He remembering clearly when he first meet you two years ago.
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Namjoon was a freshman in college, excited with everything new, the new apartament, new city, new knowledge, new friends... Every day he would enter trough the door, drop himself on the couch and speak his day out. Yoongi would listen, commenting on a thing or other once in a while. Your name was present in most stories, or the stories were about you. "I was trying to makes myself clear to the philosophy teacher when this girl spoke. She conclued my trought and argued for herself shuting up the teacher.", or "Remember that girl? Her name is Y/N and we get coffee together today. She is amazing, dude.", and "Y/N made an asshole cry today, seriuosly, she is beautful. She have that 'I don't give a fuck' atitude, you would love her, hyung". And Namjoon was right, as always.
It was on a day that Yoongi was feeling clingy and dependent of Namjoon's full attention but he was supposed to do a project with you in your place though. So insted of cancel with you to spend the day watching Netflix with Yoongi, the younger boy opted for bringing the hybrid to your apartament too.
“Dont worry, hyung. Y/N told me to bring you. Actually she was anxious to know you, she likes cute things you know...”
“Shut up.”
The poor cat was hating every second of it till you opened the door. You treated him as a old friend, greeting him with a genuine smile e tight hug.
"Enter you both and make the home yours. I bought snacks... And! I used that drive you gave me, Joonie, and already started the dissertation... You can revise if want to. It won't take so long as we through, then we can get fat cuddling on my couch."
Yoongi get unsure with you straightforward behavior at the time. But your focus was to finish your and Namjoon's work so he could get Netflix and cuddles as much as he wanted. You made coffee with cream when he said he like it and listened his complains about Namjoon breaking everything.
“Seriously is his third classes this year and we are in May.” Yoongi grunted making you laugh.
"I noticed it! Joonie always talk about you repair skills, though."
"What else he talks about me?"
You laughed throwing your head back. You both were alone in the living room, sharing a blanket.
" A lot of things!” You said “That you are savage but actually a baby... That you are a good roommate to live with... And if I ever need a a good pianist, sincere advises, or help to hide a dead body, you are the man..."
"Oh..."
He didn’t expected the two of you to talk much about him.
"And what Joonie told you about me?" You rested your chin in your palm. He take some instants to answer, and as if his brain are of jelly, it went terrible.
"He said I would love you."
Yoongi expected for a rispid response or for you to change the subject, or at least you’d laugh, somethig like it, but no. He would learn later how unpredictable you can be sometimes.
"And do you?" You asked in real interest, looking into his eyes. His cheeks turned pink, and you by instinct brought a hand to his hair and ears. You cooed "Sorry, Yoongs."
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Thats right. You are nice to him... Gentle and kind... Always respectfull... You would enter his space and make him comfortable, or respect his distance when his not in the mood. Make silly things just to see his gummy smile and then pet his ears for hours. If any of your friends make fun of him you defend him and then make fun of them lighting the air. The fact of him being a hybrid never seems to bother you or changed the way you treated him.
He had hopes.
But he was just a pet... And you would never look at him the way he looks at you. Mesmerized by the club lights passing over your dancing body, changing color and pattern, he let himself sink a little more in self pity.
As if you could feel his dark troughts you opened your eyes and looked right trough his. His ears rose, tail moving unconscious behind him. You walked straight to him, concerned, ignoring every intoxicated person dancing in your way.
"What's wrong Yoongs?" You raised your voice because of the loud music. "Don't tell me that's nothing."
Yoongi licked his lips nervously. "I not feeling like partying. But Namjoon is having fun so I can't ask to go home now."
You seemed tipsy, he could smell the alcohol on you, along with that sweet perfume that you love and he hates, and your own scent that he loves.
You looked around, maybe looking for Namjoon, face thoughtful, wrinkling your nose cutely. Your tiny hand found it's way to his larger one, and instinctively he hold it tight. Yoongi love holding hands, especially with you.
Suddenly you smiled excited to him, getting closer to his face. So close he could kiss you...
"Do you want another drink?" You asked right in his ear, without get away an inch from him.
"What?" Yoongi asked, not understanding the purpose of the question.
Your smile spread devilishly.
"Dance with me, Yoongs. If you continue wanting to leave I'll get you home."
And then you were pulling him towards the dancing floor.
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"Are you sure you want to do it?" His lover's voice got serious, eyes searching for his reassurance.
"I am." He answered not thinking twice.
His lover's smile were so pure and beautiful and genuine and happy that filled him of happyness too.
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Yoongi woke up happy. He woke up in a bed that wasn't his. He didn't have to look around to recognize the room he was, the bedsheets were impregnated with your fragrance. The room was dark, the only light coming from a fissure between the curtains. He closed his eyes again, holding tight in a pillow and breathing deep. He still felt sleepy but couldn't stop his mind to revive last night.
You both danced and laughed and drinked and kissed. You made out in the club, in the Uber's backseat, in your couch...
He was naked on your bed. Things didn't stop in just make out.
Yoongi can remember clearly the view of your naked body in front of him for the first time, the lines of your silhouette, how it felt under his hands, so smooth. The way you took of his collar, never breaking eye contact, and then kissed him sweetly before riding him. How your fingers intertwined with his while he thrusted into you till you shake. Beautiful beneath him, repeating his name in moans in his soft black ears, nails finding it's way in his scalp. Your soft skin against his when everything you both could do was heavy breathing, too tired to even pull out of you. Praising him you kissed his lips again and held him close to your bare chest, playing with his hair the way he likes so much.
He never slept so well. Never felt so well with someone.
And then he realized... Where was you? Fully awake now, he searched for you under the fluffy blankets, finding nothing but your empty side of the bed. He slightly panicked.
His jeans were on the ground, beside your discarded dress, but his shirt wasn't anywhere to be seen. Would be a problem he wandering through your apartment shirtless? A ding caught his attention for a forgot cellphone under your desk chair. It was just a notification of low battery, but there were also five calls and some massages from Namjoon:
[03:18 am]: hyung I'm sorry. rly.
[03:18 am]: where are you?
[03:21 am]: I'm worried. call me back.
And then the phone died.
"Shit." He needed a charger urgent. Knowing his friend maybe he was already searching for Yoongi in hospitals, morgues and shelters.
He went to the door and suddenly stopped, hand on knob, the thought of calling Namjoon back totally erased of his mind.
You wasn't in bed with him unlike as Yoongi imagined his first morning with you. He should had woke with you in his arms, you would say "good morning" to each other in a meaningful way, then he would give little kisses in your whole face, treading to your lips to a real kiss, you would get embarrassed and hide your red cheeks in his chest... He woke up alone instead.
What if you regretted everything? You could awakened with hangover and regretted the one night stand. Or feeling awkward for sleeping with him... Or disgusted. And if you woke up and realized that you had sex with a hybrid and regretted? It wouldn't be the first experience Yoongi of this kind. A disposable kink or drunken mistake... It would hurt...
No.
You are different. After the night you had together he could trust you.
Even if you don't feel the same as him... You wouldn't kick him out of your apartment... Or cut him off of your life...
Right?
"Stop being idiot, Yoongi." He told himself. "At least you have Namjoon to buy you beer in the worst case."
Music was playing in your kitchen, a amazing smell of eggs, bacon and something sweet come meet him in the corridor. Yoongi found you humming happily, holding the door of the fridge open while searching for something.
"I'm running out of milk..." You whispered to yourself. Wearing a purple silk robe and your fluffy slippers you closed the fridge door without taking anything from inside. You did not heard Yoongi enter the kitchen neither expected him to hug you from behind, pulling your back against his chest, arms crossed in your waist. So didn't he. But you were so cute, with messy hair and being just your always self, his own scent still on you. His concerns gone, Yoongi couldn't help it unless be straightforward and reach for your touch.
You let out a yelp of surprise, grabbing his forearms, slightly sticking your nails on it. He chuckled softly at your heart rate speed up.
"Jesus, Yoongs... How are you so quiet?". You said with a hand on heart, already relaxing in his embrace.
"Sorry." His deep morning voice took you by surprise once more, spreading a shiver all over your body, making your silly mind remember the last night events, just to you get flustered. You were so chill until right now, damn. When you woke up facing a sound asleep cat, thigtly holding you close to him, you needed to hold yourself on to not squirm in excitement. Your fear was to make the atmosphere awkward between you two after being friends for so long. So you chilled up and planned to do everything right.
"You was supposed to be sleeping..." You scolded him, turning in his arms to face him, with red cheeks and pouting. "I'd take breakfast in bed for you."
Shock stamped up Yoongi's features. "Really?"
Your face reddened, suddenly the white wall was more interesting. "Really... I must treat you well."
You always treat me well, Y/N. Yoongi through to himself, but by your tone and the slight smirk in your adorable lips, he could tell the difference. "Ok.". He gulped.
"Since you are here... Sit." You said, getting apart from him. "I'll feed my Yoongs.".
Instantly he felt the loss of your warmth and contact, but at the same time he melted with the sound of your voice calling him "my Yoongs". Once you turned your attention back to breakfast again, he choose the chair next to the window, where there was sunlight and he could see the busy avenue below - many cars going to somewhere, and people like tiny ants doing their own thing in their own lives, and the river running and shining below the bridge, on the other side was the park Yoongi like to go with you... You were singing along with the music now, serving the table before him, your cleavage exposed by the robe - apparently you were wearing nothing else... Maybe panties too... He scolded himself, biting his thumb's nail to focus on something else, but then he noticed hickeys in the curve of your breasts and in your neck.
"Fuck." He whispered.
But in your not too large kitchen, you listened it clearly.
"What was it?" You let ou a nervous giggle.
"Nothing." Yoongi rested his elbows in the table, hiding face in hands. He couldn't handle look at you with the thought of biting and marking you and make you his and his only in mind. Last night he did so much effort to not do it without your consent, and even more effort to not ask, afraid of rejection.
You brought him back from his dreaminess, pulling him against you, petting his ears and hair. His tense body relaxed instantly.
"Did you sleep well? Need aspirin for headache or something?" You quietly asked, resting your chin on top of his head.
"No. I'm ok." He snuggled his face in the tender skin, scenting you.
"Are you sure?"
He nodded. You hummed.
"Oh!" You frozed. "Namjoon is super worried about you...! Like... He called me twenty-four times and left thousands of voice mails and massages..."
He licked his lips.
"I need a charger to tell him I'm ok."
You pout.
"I already did it, silly. I told him you are here with me, safe and sound, and that I won't give you back till you get grumpy.". He smiled and you mirrored it. Then you got serious, tracing his jawline with your index finger. "He think you are upset with him... and you really was not ok yesterday. What happened?"
Yoongi gulped. He can be sincere with you.
"Namjoon can be an asshole sometimes. We argued, and I disappeared from the club, my phone is dead so..."
"It seems you are giving him the cold shoulder." You pointed.
"I'm not." He finally closed his arms around you. " I just forget about him when with you."
Your heart speeded up again, making him smile.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Due to his hesitancy, you added. "You don't need to."
"He told me to not expect too much from our... His friends. 'Cuz most of them only see me as a pet of him."
You remained silent for a moment, and then sighed.
"We really have some friends that are... Ignorants. And we can't do anything about it. But there's Hoseok and Jin who understand that hybrids aren't different of humans, and is obvious for me how much they like you."
"I know... I know." Yoongi pressed his eyes tightly. "We argued because... being an hybrid there's limits that I can't cross... At some point I'll be repelled, even by Hoseok, Jin..." He gulped again. "Even by you."
You pulled away, eyebrows joinig in irritation. Your words sounded offended.
"Seriously, Yoongi? After years knowing each other, didn't I make my positioning and support to hybrid clear? Or my affection for you? For heaven's sake...! We had sex. How can you doubt..."
"It wouldn't be the first time of being the fetish of someone that thinks I'm not a man at all." He interrupted.
You shuted up.
The angry expression faded away from your features, replaced by shock and then sadness. In your absence of words, Yoongi continued.
"I was afraid you would regret last night... I even through you would cut me off of your life, or at least kick me out of the apartment..." He let out a mockery laugh, not handling to look you in the eyes anymore. "You will be judged for sleeping with a hybrid. And I don't want it. Don't want you being treated differently by anyone...".
You approached again, taking his face in your tiny hands, lovely caressing his cheeks with your soft thumbs - just like last night, and he almost expected for you to kiss him. You were being soft and caring, but at same time, firmly make him look you straight in the eyes.
"I'm already judged, Yoongs. A lot of people think I'm fool and talk about me behind my back." The voice that reached his ears was so soft now. You opened a smile of pure pride. "And I don't give a damn.".
He couldn’t break eye contact, he couldn't dare to blink and lost a second of the sight of you.
"It don't matter for me race, gender, age, sexual orientation... If you have fluffy ears and tail or not. I'll love and respect everybody equally. At least I try, reading about and listening, and learning what I don’t know. You can always tell me what you are felling or where I’m failing..."
You have beautiful eyes and now they were sad again.
"I don't care about what those...bastards talk about hybrids... And I'm sorry for your past experiences..." You took a deep breath. Thinking in someone having the opportunity of be with Yoongi and choosing to break his heart make you sick. "For me you are an amazing man.".
"These words mean the world to me, Y/N." Yoongi said in his breath, feeling belonging as never before.
"You welcome, Yoongs."
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A lazy saturday came along after this. You both spend all day cuddling in the couch, netflix on, or sharing earphones, and chit chating here and there. When the hunger came you ordered take out and decided who would get up and pay the delivery guy with rock paper and scissors. Yoongi lost it, but you got up anyways to pick plates and forks. And then you were tangled under the covers once more.
Hanging out like this is not unusual for you two. But it felt odd for Yoongi, different from before, like it was the first time. Sleeply observing you scrolling through your social media, Yoongi conclued that If having sex with you didn't ruined the friendship you have, expressing his feelings probably would.
But Yoongi wanted be in the same page as you.
You were watching a video on Instagram, not really focused on it, with your free hand playing with his hair, making him even more sleepy. You could feel his gaze on you, but besides the butterflys in your belly, it doesn't make you uncomfortable at all.
"Y/N..." He said in his low voice.
"Humm?" Blocking the cellphone's screen, you stared back at him. Your nose at centimeters from his.
He took your hand, circulating his thumb in the torso of it in a caring way. The gesture not passing unnoticed by you.
"I need you to know... Even if it isn't reciprocal... Last night had a whole meaning for me. I like like you, Y/N."
You stated at him in silence for a moment, making the whole world freeze. Before the conversation you both had in the kitchen that morning, Yoongi would be panicking, already regretting telling you such a thing. Now he just waited.
Like he wanted to, you smiled. With your beautiful lips, warm eyes, and all your body too.
"I know, sleepyhead."
You leaned to him, he came to you too, no hesitation. And that's it. He was kissing you again.
"We must talk about this reciprocity thing later." You whispered against his mouth.
Yoongi was kind of horny, slightly euphoric... Absolutely happy.
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So, I really hope you liked it, pls interact, tell what you think... I’ll be posting more if I have a good feedback, probably a witch!au with Jin :) kiss kiss pls I dont want to be insecure about it kiss kiss.
“reappearing after having slept for over 24 hours with messy hair, sleepy eyes and bare feet” this is so a Yoongi thing after working non-stop in his studio! I was gonna try to write it myself but I lost the motivation I had.
don’t worry i think all your motivation went to me bc this turned out to be 2k lol
uhhh cat!yoongi because i wanted some sleepy cat yoongi in my life and so did you you just didn’t know it until now
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yoongi stretched, hearing his back pop. he had been sitting in his studio chair for hours on end, working on perfecting a song. it felt like forever, but he had finally reached a point in which he felt confident about the result of his producing.
he was exhausted, having spent the entire night finalizing his song. he couldn’t remember the last time he slept; his cat instincts were screaming at him to just curl up and fucking rest. now that the song was finished, however, he would finally be able to properly go to bed.
screw having a normal sleep schedule. yoongi slept when yoongi wanted to sleep.
he saved everything for the second time and turned everything off, satisfied with his work. it felt refreshing, he mused, to be able to turn everything off without any worries about what he needed to do next. he headed back to the dorm with sleepy eyes and a settled heart, ready to hibernate.
he had just gotten back when he was intercepted by jimin.
“ah, hyung is back!” jimin greeted with a hug, nuzzling yoongi’s neck affectionately.
yoongi hummed, body leaning into jimin’s embrace. jimin smelled nice, yoongi observed. he smelled familiar and sweet and comforting. yoongi was a bit more sensitive to smells from the cat part of him and always was drawn to the scents of his bandmates. he found himself unable to pull away.
jimin giggled, noticing yoongi’s clinginess. he only really got like that when he was super tired and about to fall asleep. “you must be exhausted from working so hard,” jimin cooed, rubbing yoongi’s back. he could hear the beginning of low rumbles in yoongi’s chest, signaling contentment.
“mm,” yoongi groaned. even standing, he was struggling to keep his eyes open.
jimin took advantage of the normally grumpy yoongi’s sleepy state. he pulled back from the embrace to look at yoongi, cooing once again seeing his droopy eyes and ruffled hair, kitty ears droopy. “so cute.”
yoongi pouted in response. “wanna sleep.” he yawned, eyes watering.
jimin smiled fondly, taking the opportunity to press a kiss to yoongi’s nose. “sleepy kitty,” he teased, “let’s get you to bed.”
he guided yoongi to bed, a hand resting gently at his waist. he only left his side when yoongi kicked him out of his room so he could change into his pajamas. normally, yoongi didn’t care about what he slept in. but he had been working non stop and it had paid off; he deserved some luxury.
he put on his favorite selection of pajamas (namjoon’s hoodie that hung well past his hips and over the start of his tail and a pair of jungkook’s sweatpants) and opened his door back up to let jimin back in. he didn’t expect to see hoseok standing there as well, in his own pair of pajamas.
as soon as hoseok saw yoongi, looking small in the oversized sweatshirt with sleepy eyes, he cooed loudly and embarrassingly.
“isn’t he adorable, jimin ah? the cutest little kitty” hoseok cupped yoongi’s face, the rapper whining.
jimin easily agreed. “he’s worked so hard, it’s time for him to sleep.”
hoseok nodded and removed his hands, instead going over to yoongi’s bed and sitting on it. yoongi followed after him, relief of finally being able to sleep flooding over him.
jimin pulled the covers back for him and he curled up, tail wrapping around his waist, letting jimin tuck him in with no complaints. normally, he would at least try to keep up his hyung image by scolding jimin, but he was too tired and soft now.
“do you want me to hold you until you fall asleep?” hoseok offered, heart melting at the site of yoongi curled up comfortably.
yoongi gave a small nod. there was something about how hoseok held him that made him fall asleep so much faster. his scent was most comforting. or perhaps it was because of how hoseok put all his affection in his cuddles, paying attention to the minor things to make yoongi as comfortable as possible.
hoseok slipped under the covers, ignoring jimin’s pout as he messed them up. he pulled yoongi into his arms, letting the elder bury his nose into hoseok’s shirt and place his hands gently on hoseok’s waist. hoseok rested his head on top of yoongi’s hair and petted around the ears, making sure he felt safe and cozy.
jimin fixed the covers around them until all that was left of yoongi to be seen was his hair underneath hoseok. jimin smiled, content with his work. he could hear yoongi purring, a signal that the cat hybrid was very pleased and affectionate.
yoongi was warm and very cozy, the smell of hoseok next to him and the feeling of his body intertwined with yoongi making him relax naturally. his eyes finally closed completely and the tiredness in his bones overtook his body until he was lost to reality, finally asleep.
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yoongi woke up to someone petting his hair and rubbing his tummy. he stayed still, enjoying the affection and the relaxing tingles it sent through his body. he purred softly, ready to drift off back to sleep at any moment.
he was so relaxed that when the warm hand moved off his belly, he whined and finally opened his eyes to pout.
even in his sleepy haze, he could make out the familiar boxy smile.
"good morning hyung," taehyung giggled, amused by yoongi's pout. "did you sleep well?"
yoongi groaned, stretching and yawning. "it was good." he felt refreshed, no longer sagging under exhaustion or ready for another nap. "rub my tummy so more."
taehyung smiled fondly, his hand moving back to yoongi's stomach and moving in soft circles. yoongi let his eyes slip close again, content with taehyung’s presence and affection. the purrs returned once again.
“i think it’s time for you to get up, hyung,” taehyung tried to coax him out of bed.
“never. i’ve morphed into this bed, i cannot be removed from it without dying.”
taehyung rolled his eyes at yoongi’s dramatics. “you’ll starve to death first. you slept for 24 hours, hyung, i can feel your tummy rumbling.”
yoongi pouted, but knew taehyung was right. he was really hungry and thirsty. he also needed to use the bathroom. he expressed this to taehyung, who rolled his eyes again and said,
“then use it, coward.”
yoongi reluctantly departed with his bed and used the bathroom. his body was stiff, the way it normally got after sleeping an abnormal amount of time. he yawned widely and stretched after he had done his business. in the mirror, he could see his hair sticking up all over the place, his cat ears almost being hidden by it all. the bags under his eyes were gone, however, and his cheeks had a warm flush to them.
he padded out of the room and headed to the kitchen. taehyung had been very accurate; he was extremely hungry and prepared to destroy any food on sight.
only when he entered the kitchen, seokjin was already in there. he could smell food and his mouth watered, ears perking up in anticipation and tail twitching.
seokjin turned to see yoongi practically drooling and laughed. “good morning yoongi yah. somebody’s hungry.”
yoongi nudged his way under seokjin’s arm, peering at all the noodles and rice and soup his hyung was making. said hyung laughed at yoongi’s wide eyed expression and scratched behind yoongi’s ears fondly.
“it’s almost ready, go sit down with jungkookie. make sure the kid isn’t still dead to the world.” seokjin gently shooed him off, returning to his work.
yoongi moved to the eating area where jungkook was currently laying dead asleep on the table. yoongi wasn’t surprised; the bunny hybrid was nearly impossible to wake up in the mornings. he did, however, know the trick to getting jungkook up.
yoongi carefully draped himself over jungkook’s back, nuzzling the back of the boy’s neck and purring loudly. moments later, jungkook was stirring, brought out of slumber by the kitty on his back. his fluffy ears were droopy and adorable and yoongi couldn’t stop the rush of fondness for the youngest.
“rise and shine brat,” yoongi whispered, though there was too much fondness and purring for any insult to be traced with his words.
jungkook groaned dramatically, stretching before gently pushing his hyung off his back. “you’re finally up.”
yoongi ruffled jungkook’s already messy hair and settled next to him. “a whole day of sleep. it was heaven.”
jungkook yawned widely. “sounds like it.”
seokjin then walked in the room with some plates, followed by taehyung carrying bowls. they set down the food in front of jungkook and yoongi before settling down themselves. yoongi’s mouth watered and he eagerly picked up his chopsticks, eyes wide in anticipation.
“you’re a lifesaver, jin hyung,” yoongi admired. seconds later, he was digging into the food, groaning obnoxiously at how good it tasted. it was warm and delicious, the perfect meal for an empty belly.
he didn’t pay attention to the quiet chatter between taehyung and seokjin (jungkook was still too dead to hold a conversation), instead making his way through all the rice and noodles and stew seokjin had made. he finally stopped once he felt the pang of fullness in his belly, setting down his chopsticks with a content sigh.
seokjin noticed yoongi’s empty dishes and smiled. “have enough to eat there?”
yoongi nodded, patting his full tummy. he wasn’t completely stuffed, but he also knew that there was no room left; it was a bit bloated from all the food. it left him with a warm, cozy feeling. the only thing left to do was find someone to cuddle him and pet him and his morning would be complete.
he cleaned up his dishes and set out to the living room, hoping to find one of the members there. sure enough, there was namjoon with a book in hand and a fluffy pastel pink sweater on. namjoon made for excellent cuddling material, something all the members collectively agreed on. sure, he was a bit awkward about it, but it was nothing different from the normal awkwardness they dealt with.
namjoon was tall and long, making him effective at holding members close to him and completely surrounding them. he was warm and just the right amount of soft (as much as they joked about it, his “namtiddies” were very comfortable to lay on) that all the members treasured the time spent cuddling him.
yoongi had his target. he walked across the living room and climbed onto the couch, facing namjoon.
namjoon peered up from his book, only to be met with sad kitty eyes, fluffy tail twitching and ears pointed up in an adorable manner. namjoon was physically unable to say no to what he knew yoongi wanted.
wordlessly, yoongi climbed into namjoon’s lap, shifting around until he was settled. he rubbed his cheek against namjoon’s chest, purring loudly as he felt the warmth of his younger member surround him.
“uhm- good morning hyung?” namjoon was confused, to say the least. he always was whenever yoongi decided to cuddle him. mainly because yoongi never verbally admitted to it. he more or less forced himself onto namjoon’s lap and demanded attention silently by staring at namjoon and purring loudly until he got it.
“hm, don’t tell jin hyung, but i think his food is pornographic material.”
namjoon sighed, unsurprised yet still tormented. “i take it you enjoyed breakfast and now want some attention.”
yoongi hummed, bumping his head against namjoon’s free hand. “you know the drill. put your hand to use for something other than touching dick.”
namjoon groaned but started petting yoongi, so he could care less about whatever crisis he sent namjoon into. he purred happily, pleased with the tingles it sent down his spine whenever namjoon scratched around his ears.
“i’m glad to see you got the rest you needed, hyung,” namjoon piped up after a while.
yoongi admittedly felt much better; was this what having a normal sleep schedule felt like? “i think i’ll pass on pulling any more mini hibernations, but thank you.”
namjoon smiled. “so long as you try to work on your sleeping schedule, you’ll be fine.”
yoongi didn’t bother making any promises, knowing that around comeback, he would most likely break it. he did consider it, however. he felt like he was a brand new person. maybe having a normal sleeping schedule would be worth it.
….but then again. he is min yoongi, part cat and full time workaholic.
