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Nesting - CatHybrid!Yoongi x Reader

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Nesting was one of the most intimate things that hybrids did to get closer to their mates. Piling their mate's clothes or blankets together, usually in the person's room, then arranging them into a giant nest. Usually, the hybrid nested with their mate, but today, Yoongi had decided to do it while he was waiting for you to get home.

He raided your closet, pulling things off of hangers left and right. His fingers curled around the softest fabrics first, piling them separately from the normal ones. He put the least comfortable clothes on the bottom, lining the inside of the nest with soft jackets and cozy shirts. He leaves his favorite sweater of yours to the side, he wants you to wear it. The nest was made directly where the sun would be for the majority of the evening, Yoongi knew exactly where the sun would fall due to his constant lying in sunspots around the house.

It was about a half an hour before you were due home, and Yoongi was lying in the completed nest. The cat side of his brain was beginning to take over as he lay sprawled in the sun, clutching your sweater to his chest. Soft purrs trickled from his throat as he dug his face into the soft material, He saw a loose thread on the sweater and pinched it between his nails, claws protruding to snare at it. Somewhere, in the human subconscious of his brain, he knew that pulling the thread would not end well, so he raced across the room to his toy bin and took out a ball of yarn.

You'd jokingly given it to him for his birthday and he'd groaned at the stereotype, but the very next day you'd walked into your room to find his tail high in the air as he batted at the string. He grabbed a few stuffed toys as well, one in the shape of a watermelon, another in the shape of a box of popcorn, and the final a custom made one to look like his cat form. They were his three favorites, and as much as he didn't like being called out on it, you'd always find one, if not all of the three waiting on your pillow if you'd been sad that day. Most times it was the kitty one. That was Yoongi's personal favorite.

He dug his claws into his ball of yarn, squeezing and massaging the threads through his nails. He threw the sweater over himself, using it as a blanket as he snuggled with the cat plushie underneath it. He brought the left ear of the cat into his mouth, gently suckling on the fabric. Most nights he sucked and nibbled on your fingers, using the infantile comfort of nursing to lull him to sleep as he kneaded his hands into your tummy. You'd bought him a pacifier once, not mocking him in any way, just seeing if it helped. He much preferred the warmth and intimacy of suckling on your hands though, practically tossing the binkie aside.

His cat side was almost fully in the front seat, coherent human thought no longer making their way through his brain. His fuzzy ears flicked, perking up when he heard the garage door open. He struggled to stand, making his way out of the nest with the cat plushie still pinned between his teeth and stumbling down the hallway. He made it to the door without falling, the human side of his brain barely able to direct him to put one foot in front of the other as he stared at the closed door with sleepy, hooded eyes. The handle finally turned, revealing you with about a hundred things in your arms.

"Oh! Yoongi, hi! Do you mind, could you grab the cup in my right ar- Oh!" The items in your arms went tumbling to the floor as he launched himself at you, knocking you back against the door which had thankfully closed. Your knees threatened to give out below you and you thanked God that nothing on the floor had broken, spilled, or gotten damaged in any way as you cradled the catboy in your arms. He laid the cat plushie on your chest, butting his head up under your chin and purring deeply as you held him. You knew by then that Yoongi was feeling especially cat-ish, so you said nothing about his rather destructive way of greeting you. You stepped over the discarded things on the floor, making your way to your room to tuck him into bed while you cleaned up.

You nearly fell face-first into a giant mound of clothes as you stepped into the room, squealing and making Yoongi's ears press flat to his head. You apologized softly, kissing one of the ears that flicked by your face and gently lowering him to the nest.

You'd read up on hybrid behavior before adopting Yoongi, so you knew that nesting was just his way of telling you that he loved you, of completely immersing himself in you. You sighed as you thought about the mess that would need to be cleaned up after, but said nothing, you thought it was really sweet that Yoongi wanted to make a nest in your room. He rolled onto his tummy, grabbing the fluffy sweater in his arms and dropping it at your feet. He nudged his head into it, ears brushing against your ankles as he dug his face into the fabric.

You caught on, sitting in the nest and gently prying him away from the sweater. He meowed at you, eyes staring into your as you let his face go. You slid off your work shirt, wriggling into the sweater and tossing the shirt aside. Yoongi yowled, grabbing the clothing before it could land and tucking it under his head. He got himself comfortable, tail waving in the air as he waited for you to lay down as well. You complied, squirming on the bed of clothes before you got situated, turning to Yoongi and holding your arms out with a smile. He got on his hands and knees from his lying position, lowering himself into your arms and pressing himself against you completely. He rubbed his entire body on you, leg moving up and down your own as his ears tickled your neck.

He let out little purrs, meows, growls even as he scented you, Your hand came up to graze your nails on the underside of his chin and he gasped, throwing his head back to expose his throat. You giggled softly, scratching the soft skin of his chin and neck. Your other hand came down to slip under his shirt, rubbing his soft squishy tummy as he laid practically on top of you.

He was in overload, he didn't know how to move his body to both arch up into your hand on his tummy and also bare his neck for more scratches. Thankfully, you knew that it must have felt like pure bliss to him, so you continued your ministrations. His tail came and curled around the wrist of the hand that was giving him belly rubs, the soft fur tickling your skin. After a while Yoongi's neck became too sensitive to stroke anymore, skin getting raw from the attention it was getting. He tucked his head back down, catching your hand in one of his as it fell from it's spot. 

He opened his mouth, yawning and snapping his jaws before inserting your finger into his mouth. His tongue lapped over the pad of your finger as he gently sucked on it. Every so often you felt him give a light nibble or bite to your appendage, fangs grazing your flesh. Drool threatened to drip past his lips as he closed his eyes, relaxing completely into you but you swiped it away, rubbing your hands clean on your jeans. He nuzzled his cheek into your sweater, arms wrapped around yours to keep it tight to his chest while he chewed and suckled on your finger. Some of the sweater fuzz must have brushed his nose because he withdrew, eyes half closed and mouth slightly open as he waited to sneeze. Your finger was left dripping with drool and you would have thought it was absolutely disgusting had it been anyone other than Yoongi.

A sneeze wracked the cat hybrid's body, making him shake his head slightly afterwards. You cooed, helping him lay back down and presenting your finger to him once more. He gladly accepted, drawing the saliva covered appendage back into his mouth. He sucked on it like a baby would a pacifier, in and out and in and out, eyes closing and eyelashes resting against his cheeks as he laid there. His little grumbles quieted down eventually, the lightest snores coming from his mouth instead. You looked around the room, smiling to yourself despite the tornado disaster zone that surrounded you. You glanced back at your kitty, sleeping peacefully in your arms and suddenly, it didn't matter if the room was a mess. Because it was a beautiful mess, and it was your beautiful mess.