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a shift in the atmosphere causes soobin to stir. only as he’s blinking in the darkness does he realize he fell asleep. he was certain his room was flowing with yellow minutes ago and now it’s covered in pitch black, and a strange energy like somebody is watching him fills the space.
he tries to roll onto his side but is meets resistance. he is suddenly very aware of the heavy weight on of him. there is even such a cold draft. this isn’t sleep paralysis but—
his neck is being forced back, eyes now on his bed frame. he feels fingers digging into his throat.
he nearly yelps at the abrupt actions in an attempt at saving himself but hears a familiar cooing, “shhh…”
soobin doesn’t resist, because it’s just yeonjun and soobin is so fond of him, soobin just holds his hand and mumbles, “kitty, what are you doing?”
“like being on top of you. was just about to stick it in. you’re so so wet, you know?”
“why—?!” soobin pries yeonjun's hands off his neck and finally looks over his shoulder, noticing his pants around his ankles.
“didn’t you say i can have whatever i want?” yeonjun says with one sided grin.
“i was talking about food and clothes and hygiene supplies-“
“how about you?”
soobin tries to prop himself up but yeonjun shoves him back down, ruts against him making it difficult for soobin to protest. soobin manages a grumble, “kitty that’s not what we agreed on.”
“well it’s what i want.”
“but didn’t we—“
“that was like two days ago. i want you now.”
soobin ponders for a moment in his still somewhat sleepy daze. he doesn’t see why it’s so wrong to deny yeonjun of sex because it’s not like soobin /never/ wants him. he likes the kitty a lot, and rlly likes when the kitty fucks him.
it feels inappropriate for yeonjun to not ask him of things and just take as he pleases. no matter how many times soobin told him it was not okay to do it, he never seemed to learn his lesson. and now yeonjun thinks soobin's invitations and lack of putting his foot down are extended to soobin's body.
soobin should say no. should be truthful and tell the kitty that soobin hates when he comes into his house and takes all his food and sleeps in his bed and leaves crumbs everywhere. but he doesn’t think he actually /hates/ it. he quite likes the traces of yeonjun all over his home.
rumpled bedsheets, somebody to eat with, a different scent in his house. maybe he doesn’t mind yeonjun's presence despite how careless yeonjun is about how he takes things. now he wants to fuck soobin in his sleep without asking and it feels like it’s crossing a line. but soobin also doesn’t mind.
“hey be a good girl and stop dozing off would you? better yet, i’d probably like it.”
soobin comes to his senses and tries to roll over again but it’s futile with yeonjun's rough grip and how soobin is so deeply mounted into the mattress.
“i was just thinking…”
“thinking what dumb bunny?”
“that you could do it…have me…whenever you want.”
“as if i was going to get your approval. i already know you don’t care what i do with you. or else you’d replace all the locks in this damn house.”
soobin suddenly lets out a shaky breath. “you really don’t care about me?”
“bunny, of course i care about you. i know what you want. do you remember anything at all from the last hour?”
soobin shakes his head, also noting that staring at the pillow is getting really old now. “dunno, i was sleeping.”
“you really are dumb.”
“hey!” soobinn shouts. “not nice!”
“well i came all the way over here and you look so inviting, sprawled out like this. you were still in your uniform, still in it now. fucking you like this would’ve been such a treat for us both, wouldn’t it?”
“oh, i didn’t know i fell asleep like this, really…”
“wanna know something else?”
“hm?”
“you slept with your hand in between your legs rutting like those annoying bitches in heat.”
soobin furrows his brows. “don’t cats get heats too?”
“that’s besides the point, baby,” yeonjun scoffs, swatting soobin's ass. it causes an echo and soobinn to yelp.
“where are you going with this kitty?” soobin frowns, but loosens up when yeonjun soothes his the surface of his spanking.
“you, bunny, were moaning and squirming in your sleep begging for a kitty like me to fuck you. you really don’t remember your naughty dream?”
“no- i don’t.”
“i was so pleased baby. i let you finish by the way. but i was just dying for my turn, now here i am. was about to get my dick wet til you woke up.”
soobin flushes at the thought, less of humiliation but more from arousal. he always wants yeonjun but he didn’t know unconsciously too.
“do you still want to? even if im awake now?”
“that’s even better. i love how you’re so responsive for me. you’re such a good girl aren’t you?”
soobin hates when yeonjun calls him that. it was intentional every time. when soobin told him to stop yeonjun would say, “you know you like it.”
maybe soobin does like it…he never really tried to stop yeonjun other than whining about it. he likes everything the kitty does and says to him. likes when the kitty claws at his back when they fuck from behind. likes when the kitty spits on him during missionary. he loves kitty so much.
yeonjun forces soobin's head to lull back, a whimper escaping soobin's lips.
“answer me, i said you’re so good for me aren’t you?”
“yes, of course! only for you.”
“good. i prepped you and you came in your sleep, that was even after you came from humping your own hand pathetically.”
“oh, sorry.”
“we know you’ll come again with me inside. you want me?”
soobin nods, as much as he can with yeonjun leaning down into his ear with his own face planted into the pillow. “not like it matters,” he whispers.
that earns him a spanking, soobin emitting a sharp hiss in response.
“not fucking nice, dumb bunny,” yeonjun mimics, spanking his ass again. “like i said, i do care. more than you think. im asking now aren’t i? you’re awake and i might as well be a gentleman. can your cunt take me?”
“please kitty just fill me up already…”
“i have such a good girl.”
soobin feels the slippery glide of yeonjun's cock in between his folds before he slips right in effortlessly. yeonjun wasn’t teasing him, he was perfectly stretch. soobin's only concern is not remembering his dream or feeling yeonjun open him up. who knows how many times yeonjun might’ve done this.
“yeonjun?”
“yeah baby, feels good?”
“yes, but—“
yeonjun comes to a slow halt and soobin whines, reaching behind him to feel for yeonjun, gesturing him to keep moving.
“what’s the matter, bun?”
“have you done this before?”
there’s no response coming from the kitty and soobin gulps. “kitty?”
“yes. i have. twice. don’t be mad. you knew what you were getting yourself into the moment you let me in.”
that’s the thing, soobin is not mad even though he really should be. something is so wrong. he doesn’t feel shaken up from not giving consent, but for liking this so much.
soobin does recall a night after studying. he left his window open and slept on his sheets, such a hot night. he woke up without any clothes and assumed he did it himself. there was an odd sting in between his legs but he assumed he could’ve been irritated down there from the heat.
“don’t get so quiet. i know you like it, baby. or else you know i wouldn’t. i said it already.”
“i actually don’t know that you wouldn’t, yeonjun. this would’ve been the third time. if i never found out, would you never tell me?”
yeonjun's movements are steady, his fingers dig into soobin.
“do you like it?”
“yeonjun—that’s not what—"
yeonjun sends him a particularly rough thrust, causing a hitch in soobin's breath. “i said do you like it though, princess? the thought of me fucking you in your sleep without you knowing. you getting so wet for me even when you’re passed out.”
yeonjun starts to pick up the pace and soobin can’t help but cry out, “i do…i like it. i really really like it!”
“then? why are you asking so damn much. why are you making me seem like a bad kitty if you like it so bad?”
soobin sobs when he feels yeonjun claw his fingers into his shoulder.
“im sorry kitty,” soobin cries, feeling yeonjun rake down his back from shoulder all the way down to his hip. “i just don’t like that i let you.”
“well, you are a submissive little bitch, binnie. you’ll take it. and it's because you love me, right?”
“i do,” soobin whines, starting to rut back.
“see, this is what you do in your sleep too. you’re such a desperate, dumb bunny. i cant help but fuck you. it’s what we both deserve. next time i will wake you up to us facing each other. you get especially so wet when i do it that way with me in between you.”
“yeonjun, no more talking. please, fuck me,” soobin begs. he just wants to feel yeonjun in this moment and not wonder what he was missing out on. wants to feel yeonjun slip in and out of him, feel his weight on top of him, wants yeonjun to make a mess out of him. maybe even scratch him and spank him more.
“that’s a good girl. knows when to take it and not resist. gonna fuck you so good. was really jealous of your dream, you know? you were having so much fun without me. but then you called my name, and fuck, bin, i wish we could’ve had fun together.”
“we’re together now. so, please!”
their words die down to just moans, the bed creaking, and yeonjun's hips slapping against soobin's ass. soobin feels him self leaking all around yeonjun's cock, feels yeonjun fucking into him even smoother with passing time because they’re both so wet and aroused.
yeonjun was formerly positioned on soobin's thighs, fucking in between his ass cheeks but he’s currently in the midst of spreading soobin's legs open, pulling soobin's thighs apart to bring him to his knees. he slips a hand in between soobin's legs and starts to rub his pussy all while drilling into him.
soobin has never been good at containing himself. he wonders what it’s like when he’s sleeping, if he’s just as loud for yeonjun. sometimes when yeonjun fucks him, the only thing he knows is yeonjun's name and ‘kitty.’
soobin even thinks that yeonjun likes being called kitty more than his own name.
so soobin does it, cries out a string of, ‘kitty kitty kitty’ as yeonjun circles his fingers against his clit whilst rocking into him. soobin imagines it must not feel very comfortable for yeonjun so he looks over his shoulder and asks, “okay, kitty?”
“why wouldn’t i be? im fucking a gem.”
of course yeonjun wouldn’t really notice soobin’s considerate intentions. taking matters into his own hands, soobin mumbles, “wanna see you, kitty.”
“is it because what i said? you’re so greedy, you wanna come so hard just because i said you get so wet like this.”
“n-no. i want you to feel good too.”
“you want me to rub your cunt harder while i fuck into you faster, that’s the only reason,” yeonjun groans, removing his hand and launching his palm against soobin's ass. the sound ricochets through the room and yeonjun chuckles, almost cunningly. “how many spanks to make you behave?”
“i don’t need it,” soobin whines. “i was just trying to be nice. kitty, please don’t.”
soobin loves spankings from yeonjun but in this moment, he doesn’t want it. he thought the idea of yeonjun spanking him as he pounds him would be nice, but he doesn’t want to take it as a punishment right now.
“fine, fine. but don’t stop me from doing this,” yeonjun says with a tsk sound.
soobin thinks that yeonjun is talking about fucking into him harder, in such a relentless brutal pace as the minutes go by with soobin's pleased sobs, until it shifts into a pained yelp.
“yeonjun! you scratched me.”
“because you weren’t being nice first.”
“i wasn’t trying to be mean,” soobin cries.
“well,” yeonjun's hands are underneath soobin's shirt as he rakes down his back with both his cat claws, a scorching pain following. “don’t tell me what to do.”
“im sorry kitty, i deserved this.”
yeonjun laughs. “of course you did.”
“sorry, please…”
“don’t worry, are you close? i’ll soothe these after you come.”
“yes i’m gonna come…”
soobin doesn’t expect for yeonjun to pull out, or to even flip him over. soobin whimpers when his mauled back meets the mattress. they face each other and just when soobin thinks yeonjun will kiss him, he doesn’t.
yeonjun curls his fingers around soobin neck before tugging at his collar, revealing his pure, flawless skin.
“you’re so pretty, baby. almost too pretty like this. how’s anyone going to know you’re mine? all mine.”
“im yours,” soobin repeats, his own fingers curling around yeonjun's wrist.
yeonjun initiates a surprisingly movement, pulling at soobin's tie until his breath hitches, raising his head off his pillow.
“was curious what would happen if i pull it. you look like a dumb bitch who goes on those fussy walks.”
“why do you keep comparing me to a dog?” soobin whimpers.
“i’m a cat,” yeonjun simply says before tightening the tie and pulling on it experimentally.
soobin gasps but let’s yeonjun do whatever he wants. he’s in this headspace where of course it’s his fault for this.
silly enough, soobin knows yeonjun well because he says, “shouldn’t have fell asleep in it.”
"i know, i know."
“you deserve this too,” yeonjun insists, inserting himself in and out of soobin's heat, cock crown slipping in between his his folds teasingly until he slips back in and fucks him within an inch of his life. his thumb plays with his clit sporadically. both movements combined drive soobin mad.
“gonna come, kitty please,” soobin cries, making grabby hands at yeonjun's body, wanting him closer than ever.
yeonjun obeys, for once, and leans down fucking into soobin swiftly like a good kitty. just when soobin feels his core tightening and his pussy pulsating, yeonjun buries his teeth into soobin's skin.
“yeonjun yeonjun yeonjun,” soobin cries out deliriously, a stinging sensation invading his senses. he feels himself quiver and and before he knows it, he releases in between the two of them. yeonjun still gnaws him as he drills into him, no consideration for soobin tapping on his chest to slow down.
“kitty please stop it,” soobin pleads, his legs go limp and drop into the mattress, yeonjun continuing tl take him roughly.
yeonjun pulls off his mouth but doesn’t stop his hips. soobin lets him be, thinks that yeonjun gave him something he asked for, so the least soobin can do is return the gesture.
“you’re such a good girl, i fuck you so well because you’re so good to me, binnie,” yeonjun slurs into his ear. he laps up soobin's wounded, bloodied neck and soobin feels instant relief.
yeonjun reaches in a matter of seconds, soobin long gone to care about his overstimulation.
“thank you,” soobin makes sure to say, always feeling genuine happiness and gratitude when yeonjun fucks him. and always feeling as if yeonjun will one day catch onto soobin's manners if soobin does it frequently.
“no need, you’re so lucky to get this dick.”
well there goes soobin's attempt to tame yeonjun.
“turn around,” yeonjun demands, despite the hands that already attempt to flip him over.
soobin doesnt ask because his head is swarming with satisfaction. yeonjun remembered. soobin feels the way the kittys tongue flattens again his back, feels the scratches being soothe by yeonjun's mouth.
“thank you.”
“you’re welcome my sweet bunny,” yeonjun says happily against his skin.
soobin grows warmer. “responding to my manners and calling me sweet? you’ve changed kitty.”
“yeah, that’s because your pussy is to die for. i’m a changed man every time i get a taste.”
soobin stifles a laugh in his pillows, his kitty can never get enough of him, soobin knows that much and knows he will never leave. soobin would be mortified to wake up one day and realize yeonjun does not return for breakfast.
“soobin?” yeonjun says in the midst of caressing soobin's body.
soobin is a little sleepy again after a couple of minutes of silence and yeonjun's skilled tongue and hands, but still manages to croak out a lazily, “yes kitty?”
“thank you for taking care of me. i wouldn’t survive without you.”
“i know,” soobin says simply. i wouldnt survive too, he thinks.
“hey,” comes out a kitty growl, followed by yeonjun plunging two finger into soobin's sensitive heat. “say you’re welcome.”
“ooh, now you know what’s best?” soobin teases playfully.
soobin manages to get out of yeonjun's hold and capture the kitty in his own embrace.
soobin holds yeonjun close and pets his head, fingers raking through yeonjun's hair and playing with his cat ears atop of his head.
“stay here this time. don’t go,” soobin insists quietly.
“if you fall asleep and i get hard again, is this an invitation?”
“do you even have to ask?”
“yes.”
this is how soobin knows yeonjun doesn’t mean harm. he might be audacious and ill-mannered but when yeonjun holds soobin like this, soobin knows yeonjun cares. yeonjun holds soobin in his arms like he doesn’t want to let go, like soobin could just vanish if he doesn’t hold tight enough.
yeonjun loves soobin too. soobin knows it.