Omg thanks for all your responses to Cursed, like there was so many good responses that even though I need to update Interference, here I am with Cursed AHAHAH. Like you guys do not understand how motivated and giddy I get to see such cute and thirsty messages in my inbox >~<
“Cursed?” you repeat in disbelief, “What bullshit is this?”
“It’s not a lie.”
You sit up, narrowing your eyes at him in suspicion. It’s a given that you don’t believe he’s been cursed by some witch when he technically was your cat like hours ago, now turned human.
The more you think about it, you notice the similarities and odd human-like characteristics your cat possessed.
He shrugs nonchalantly, way too calmly for you, “Who knows, all I remember after getting turned is a witch and my real name.”
“You are unbelievable,” you sigh, pushing yourself off the bed. When he moves to follow like he usually does, keening at you to feed him, you stop and push him by his shoulders to stay put.
“St-stay here!” you screech, breathing hard and desperately keeping yourself from the temptation of glancing down at his lap that’s barely covered by the bed sheets, “I-I’m gonna go out and get you some clothes, s-so stay here and don’t move!”
He nods obediently, lying back in bed with his arms crossed behind his head. You think his eyes are closed but you’re wrong, his eyes are focused solely on you, following your every move as you try to change into outdoor clothes to quickly run and get him some clothes to wear. Sure, plenty of times you’ve changed in front of him, as a cat. But now’s different since he’s human, and a man. Last time you checked, you had no experience with a man, and this was a living breathing man lying naked in your bed.
“Um..” you start awkwardly, in the middle of unbuttoning your sleeping shirt, “Could you do me a favor and close your eyes? Possibly cover your face with a pillow..”
You expect him to do as you say, however a sly smirk curls at his lips, his hooded eyes darkening and gazing up at you. His pink tongue peeks out to swipe over his bottom lip rather slowly and sensuously.
“What’s wrong kitten?” he asks, voice a deep slur, “I’ve seen you naked plenty of times as a cat, what makes this time around any different?”
Your faces heats up, blood rushing rather quickly to your cheeks, “J-just close your eyes dammit you perverted cat!”
He chuckles and nods in defeat, turning over onto his stomach to bury his in the pillow. You gasp softly at the muscles of his back, his pale skin beautifully defined under the light of day.
Quickly, you throw on a pair of shorts and a nice blouse, muttering a quiet be right back before you flee the room and grab your car keys.
It’s a major embarrassment at the store when you meet one of your friends, who you have to give in and ask for help on what to buy for a guy.
“Oh~ a guy?~” she coos teasingly, “Looks like you scored one, I’m proud of you!”
You can’t help but roll your eyes, unwilling to spill the truth that the guy was technically your cat of barely half a year.
Nevertheless, she still helps to pick out a few plain t-shirts and slim fitting jeans, you hoping that he doesn’t mind the gray scale colors you picked. Later when she leaves, you quickly pick out underwear and shoes that you hope he’ll wear.
Ultimately, you hope these will fit him, or else you just wasted money on this cat-man-pervert.
When you get home, you let an exhale of relief to find that he’s still in bed waiting patiently under the sheets for you.
“You’re back, finally,” he says with a yawn, reminding you of him in cat form, yawning whenever he wakes up from a nice nap.
“Yeah, I hope these fit you, I had a friend help me..”
Snooping through the plastic bags, he grinned up at you teasingly, “You really have never dated before huh, that’s cute.”
You blush, pouting as you turn away from his gaze, “So?”
“Nothing,” he said before sticking his hand in to rummage through the clothes, “I think these are good, thanks.”
“Good, while you change I’ll start breakfast, okay?” you don’t wait for his response and leave him in your room. Outside, you place a hand over your chest in attempt to calm its fast beats. You may be overreacting but, yes, you’ve never dated, and this is the closest to you getting a man in your bed. Not like you’d want to do such a thing to him. Wouldn’t it be considered beastiality to have sex with him, he was a cat not too long ago.
When you finish cooking a simple breakfast of pancakes and sausage links with scrambled eggs, he’s out of the room and sliding into the island table chair where he usually sits when you eat breakfast.
Glancing once over him, you feel yourself die inside at his outfit. He’s only wearing a plain t-shirt and ripped denim jeans that gives you peeks of his legs, how does someone look so fucking good?
“Like what you see kitten?”
You make a face, setting down a plate in front of him and plopping down beside him with another plate for you, “Don’t flatter yourself you perverted cat.”
He just gives you a smile, a smile you notice is gummy if he widens his mouth enough. It’s cute, you conclude, and something you wish to see more of if possible.
“You stare at me a lot and yet you call me the pervert, am I that good looking?”
“I’m starting to wonder why you got cursed, with that big ego of yours,” you spit back.
Raising his hands defensively, he grinned, his gums peering from under his upper lip, “Calm down, man no wonder you’re a virgin at barely 24, so mean.”
Cheeks flushing, you turn fully towards Yoongi, pouting as you pound on his shoulder with your balled fists.
“Y-you’re the mean one!”
He chuckles, easily catching your wrists in his hands, tugging on them until you’re practically nose-to-nose. You could feel his lips pull into a smirk, hot breath on yours.
“Relax a little,” he whispers, eyes glancing down at what you wish to be your lips, “Is this the closest you’ve ever been to a man? Have you ever kissed a man before?”
You wonder what spurs on these questions, but you don’t feel the need to answer, only the need to feel his soft lips against yours. Funny, he was just your cat hours ago, now he’s some hormonal man sitting here with your wrists gathered in his hands.
His dark eyes search for yours for answers, your mind going blank the closer his face gets. You figure he wants you to answer but your mouth is only able to open and close with no sound escaping.
“God you’re so cute, it hurts to tease you,” he interrupts, pulling away to continue eating.
With him gone from your personal bubble, you feel the ability to breathe in return. Your heart erratically pounding against your chest because yes, that’s the closest you’ve ever been to a man. As much as you hated to admit, you’ve never kissed anyone, and your friends always spoke so freely of the spontaneous kisses that spark their lives.
But fuck, the little shit was just teasing you, using your inexperience to his advantage. No way are you going to give this narcissistic asshole your first kiss.
You catch a glimpse of his lips and you throw in the towel in defeat, getting up and stalking towards the door in determination to clear your head. His husky voice calls after you, but you ignore it in favor of throwing the door open.
You blink and recognize the face of your friend you’d asked for help at the store.
From behind you, Yoongi picks up an unfamiliar voice and is on instinct by your side almost protectively but even the man himself didn’t realize it. He calls your name out and stares lazily at your friend with disinterest.
“Who are you?”
You smack his arm immediately, scolding him like you would if he just ran his claws over what used to be the fine leather of your couch. He merely grins down at you in return.
With a sigh, you introduce the two, your friend’s eyes practically sparkling with interest. She pulls you to the side, whispering while staring at Yoongi, “He’s such a hunk! I don’t know what you did but damn girl, you caught a good one.”
If only she knew the real reason why he’s with you in the first place, you think with a bitter smile. If not for getting a cat, then you would have never been so close to a man, you would continue your life as a workaholic that couldn’t find themselves a significant other.
Yoongi was not a significant other, he was technically your cat, it’d be weird to start dating your cat now wouldn’t it?
“Have you guys… done it yet?”
“Wow you’re so innocent,” your friend coos, gesturing all over at Yoongi’s body, “I mean look at him, I’m sure you couldn’t keep your hands off him.”
You sputter, realizing the question and vigorously shook your head, “Fuck no! W-we’re not dating if you thought that way!”
She gives you a frown, before waggling a finger in his direction, “You’re telling me you have a gorgeous man in your house and you’re not even together… not even a hook up?”
If only she knew, you think bitterly, noticing Yoongi watch you curiously as you two converse about him.
“Why’d you buy him clothes huh, if I remember correctly, those clothes he’s wearing right now, we picked out together.”
Because he had nothing else to wear, you think, completely bare in my bed.
Fuck. Your whole face bleeds red as both Yoongi and your friend stare at you like you’ve grown a second head.
“Uhhh… did I say that out loud?”
“So if you’re back to human now, are you good then?”
You decided to take out Yoongi after that embarrassment, kicking out your friend, and hurriedly bringing him to the nearest park to venture. That’s how you’d like for it to play out, but in actuality, you wanted to go clear your mind of your dirty thoughts and Yoongi up and decided that he was going to follow you despite you protesting against the idea. Clearly, he won, and was soon constantly complaining every few minutes about the converse highs you bought him, but you told him to suck it up and he would eventually shut up.
Shaking his head, he sighed, his hand rising to finger the linked chains resting over his collar, the metal cold to the touch.
“As much as I’d like to say that I am, unfortunately, no I’m still under a curse.”
Leaning over, you remember the chains that both human and feline Yoongi possessed. Cautiously, poking at the necklace, you look up at him, noticing from your angle how sharp his jaw is and how breath-taking it is to merely look at him from the side. “Does this chain mean anything?”
“Apparently it’s what seals the curse,” he pouts, an expression you find rather adorable, “I’m not sure what it’s going to do, but it’s possible I could switch forms any second–”
Yoongi stops himself, a sharp inhale interrupting his sentence as he squints at something over your shoulder. You can tell the way his eyes glaze over in hatred, turning into slits you find very cat-like.
His tone holds malice and irritation as he stands and grudgingly stalks his way passed you, leaving you with a gruff, “I’ll be right back, stay here.”
And when you turn, you wish you hadn’t, the sight sparks a flame inside you. A feeling you know so well, that ugly little green monster making its usual appearance, however this time, very much more intense than the other times you’ve been jealous.
There’s something about the way Yoongi casually saunters up to a rather beautiful, maybe even model-worthy, woman who casts both Yoongi and oddly you a cynical smirk with her lips shaded a brilliant scarlet. Her eyes holds secrets, and it sets an ominous feeling in your stomach as she holds your gaze for a brief moment before focusing on the man before her.
So what if on Alec and Magnus’ first time, it’s Magnus who's the nervous one?
“What is it?” Alec asked, noticing the look on Magnus’ face.
“Nothing, love. Everything is perfect.”
Alec frowned at him and brushed his hand across his cheek. “No, none of
that. Talk to me, what’s up? We can stop if you want to.”
Magnus chuckled and pushed his face into Alec’s palm. “I think we would
both die if we stopped now. And I don’t want to.”
“Then what is it?”
Magnus looked at him and saw the genuine concern in his eyes. “I’m…
nervous. I haven’t been nervous in centuries but this… right here,
right now, it feels different. It is different than any of the others.
It’s you and I’m…” He closed his eyes.
Alec smirked. “Scared you’ll mess up?”
Magnus glowered and Alec laughed. “Certainly not. I’m the High Warlock
of Brooklyn, I never fail. Especially not at sex.”