YOONGI POV:
My eyes drift over the sight of fingers rubbing at the base of shiny brown ears, lightly scratching at the base before her fingers trail up to rub at the draped, flopped ears on her stomach, a smile curving sweetly across her lips, peering at Kookie whose face is burrowed against her stomach, arms curled around her, the band of ink snaked low around her hips sparks something both warm and settled at the two preys but also something carnal and thrilled at the sight, at the rightness of it.
When her attention drifts, a small, huffed complaint draws her fingers back to rub once more, drifting occasionally lower to card through wavy locks, coaxing out more and more of the biologically satisfying soft-cotton scent, pheromones settled and calm, nosing at the fabric of her thinner pyjama top. My ears perk up at the rumbled, deep huff of breath before a large head bonks against her cheek, indulgently leaning further into (Y/N), nosing at her cheek, a large tongue lapping at skin, making her squirm and laugh as she wriggles away from the ever-affectionate grooms of the tiger curled behind her. Something akin to a whined rumble when she tilts away, head ducking to wipe her cheek when a paw reaches over to swat her hand down, warning before he noses again, grooming by giving big kitten licks to her cheek and throat, immediately drenching her in saccharine berry.
Chuffing happily at the half-hearted wriggle, squirm holding no strength in it as she tries to duck away only for him to nose and snuffle at her temple, lapping at skin wherever he can, her giggles entangling with deep content rumbles that reverberate through his entire body, tail swishing and curling in content.
Pawing at her until Kookie turns, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling under the living room's lights, ears perking when a paw tries to swipe for him, large, long body curling closer so he can have more access to our bun mate. Rumbling with approval at the proffered wrist that he paws at, claws scraping ever so gently at the discrete glands. Scenting the two of them with satisfaction evident in the loud chuff that masks their amusement and fondness, berry heavy and syrupy sweet.
"Babiest kit but such a big, big stripey love." Hobi coos, stepping out the kitchen and carefully holding the mugs when a head bonks against his calf, ears rubbing and indulgently nuzzling against the bare skin, fangs scraping and nipping playfully, paws trying to wrap around him to drag him closer. Torn for choice for mates and pack to drag closer to him and to get a paw on.
The others are scattered throughout the living room and right beside (Y/N), Joon curls close, glasses perched on the rim of his nose and leaning against the stripey barrier, body angled towards (Y/N)'s, hand occasionally flitting down to rub cursory circles onto Kookie's nape or the scent gland on the other side of his neck, fangs peeking out in a small smile at the content bun sprawled out on the floor.
A mess of entangled limbs and bodies pressed close but a mess that works perfectly, beautifully.
What surprises me is how Jiminie seems almost purposely set off to the side from them, pouring over Hobi's snagged textbook and studying it intensely, pouring over the words and ears barely flickering, as if indulging in the comfort will distract him.
My nose turns in his direction, chasing out the pulse of mint in the entangled scents, ears flickering as I try detect any sour sharpness to it, any cloying edge, anything that broadcasts that he's anything but happy or satisfied or content.
Watch as Hobi slowly extracts himself from Tae's paws that refuse to unwind or unlatch from his calf until he's coaxing him back to the giggling preys, fingers brushing over his large stripey ears.
"Going to leave fawn and bun unscented? Not gonna be a stripey blanket?"
Smiling, twirly tips curling, when he rumbles in response, loud chuff as he bonks the side of his calf before turning back, paw stretching out to drag (Y/N) closer, deep snuffly sounds against her skin.
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Got my claws in you
FanfictionIn a world where it's growing more and more common to see people with their furry ears and tails on display, to see a pair of wings ruffled by the cool breeze or small horns adoring the top of a head. The world has come a long way in a short amount...