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Lee Minho was a sophisticated bunny; that much was proven by his impeccably good manners and his certified pedigree.
He was Felix's first and only pet, and he was determined to make a proper impression for him at all times, even when he was being tested by someone who couldn't write out the word manners if it was spelled out in front of them.
That's why when Felix brought the dirty little kitten into their home, Minho was nice; he was polite, at the very least, showing off his toys and room to the hybrid.
The boy, Jisung, was sweet, if not a little bit off-putting in the way that he avoided eye contact with Minho and instead chose to stare at his sweater-clad chest.
"Are you cold?" Minho asked, pulling the boy's attention away from his cashmere sweater. He wasn't willing to share this one, but he was sure he had something he could let him borrow.
"Ah, sorry, Minho-hyung! I am a little cold, but Felix told me to wait to change until I took a shower." Jisung was shuffling shyly, digging the tips of his toes into the soft carpet of the living room.
Why was he so anxious around Minho? He was obviously a cat hybrid, and Minho was a bunny, if anything Minho should be nervous around him.
"Um, can you…? I don't know how to use your shower. It's too fancy." Jisung's soft voice faded into a whisper; he was embarrassed.
His little chubby cheeks were overtaken by a red flush; his eyes were wet with unshed tears. It made Minho's stomach turn.
"You're too shy," Minho mumbled blankly. He felt bad, guilty.
"Follow me; I'll help you. You have to speak up, or else I can’t help you." Minho added with a sigh. It was hard living with the cat already; hopefully, Felix would find a new home for him soon.
His owner, luckily, hadn't foster-failed yet, not even with the cute puppy they found on the road. Jisung would be no exception.
—
As Jisung emerged from the bathroom, clothed in one of Minho's old shirts, hoodies, and sweats, Minho was suddenly taken by how small he was.
For a tom cat, Jisung was tiny, short, and thinner than any cat Minho had seen; with the baby fat that cushioned his cheeks, he looked more like a kitten than a cat.
Minho wondered distantly if he had been neutered yet; there was a scary possibility that he would begin spraying around the house, and Minho would rather die than deal with that smell daily.
"Are you neutered? I don't want you spraying around the house; it'll stink." Minho stared into his big brown eyes, waiting for something behind them to change or for him to fold.
Minho hoped deep down he would reveal a secret—something that would let Minho ask Felix to kick him out in good conscience.
"Well, it's a little complicated." Jisung shuffled his feet like earlier; his feet were bare this time, highlighting how they turned in.
Minho felt himself getting aggravated. "What do you mean complicated? It's a yes or no question." Why was he talking in circles? How annoying.
Jisung stared at Minho hard before pulling off a scent patch from his neck. Almond and cherries filled the room; it was a light scent, something that only tickled Minho's nose, but he was overtaken with the knowledge that Jisung was, in fact, an omega.
Well, it didn't change the fact that there was a problem with spraying at hand.
"So? Do you spray?" Minho rolled his eyes at the end of the sentence. Cats were annoying; with superiority complexes and an issue with authority, he knew that much from Hyunjin.
Jisung seemed a little different, more desperate to please than any cat hybrid Minho had ever seen.
"No! No, sorry, hyung. I don't spray, I promise." Jisung's voice raised in pitch, cracking slightly.
"I would never do that to your house! Never!" Instead of looking indignant, he looked, sad. Embarrassed more so, and it caused that weird feeling of guilt to settle in Minho’s stomach.
"Okay, chill." Minho smiled, "I didn't mean to offend you." He was too sensitive, too weird. Minho hoped Felix would adopt him out soon.
—
Sadly, Minho was wrong. According to Felix, Jisung was here to stay, until he was at a healthy weight at least. They had converted their spare bedroom into a nice bedroom for Jisung, going as far as to pick out sheets, blankets, and nesting materials for his room.
Jisung was weirder than Minho was expecting—a little emo guy who was sensitive and musical. But he was sweet, if not a little overzealous. He was always offering to do something for Minho, tie his shoes, make him food, and do his chores.
It was a little pathetic, but Minho was willing to accept the special treatment as long as it didn't cause him any extra trouble.
But as it turned out, Jisung's "help" caused Minho a lot of extra trouble; he was a little bit terrible at everything.
—
"Hyung! Minho-hyung!" Jisung's shouting from across the house woke Minho up from his midday nap.
He was needy, really needy for a cat, but he was sweet. Felix constantly emphasized the fact that he was trying.
Felix had rescued Jisung from behind the record store he worked at. Jisung had hidden the fact that he was a hybrid for years and got a job illegally at the store, which worked out until Felix’s boyfriend caught him there on a Saturday night.
Jisung had survived off of trash scraps and takeout, which meant that he could not operate in a kitchen without constant supervision. They had been working on the skill for the past two weeks, and Minho had thought they got somewhere.
But he was obviously wrong.
"Minho-hyung! Is it supposed to be smoking? I've never seen it do that when you put it in the microwave." Jisung's voice was calm, but the mention of smoke made Minho jolt up from his comfortable spot reclining on Felix's bed.
Jisung had nearly burned down their apartment twice in the past two weeks, both times being stopped very narrowly by Minho. Jisung was trying, but Minho would appreciate it very much if he stopped trying.
"Jisung! Stop trying to cook." Minho yelled, and he barrowed his way into the kitchen just in time to yank the dry cup of noodles from the microwave.
Minho wasn't completely convinced that Jisung could read, but if he worked for so long, maybe he just didn't care to read the instructions.
Regardless, the idiocy was just as endearing as it was aggravating. Jisung turned toward him with teary eyes, pouting up at him.
"Sorry, hyung, I just wanted to make you a snack; I know these are your favorites." The thing was, cup noodles weren't his favorite, but they were easy, so Minho decided to teach him how to survive with those.
The good thing was, Jisung was cute, like a squirrel, in that pathetic sense. Minho tried to stifle his angry groan, instead grinding his teeth together.
"Yeah, yeah. It is. Thank you for remembering. Go and sit down; hyung will make us something to share." Jisung looked gutted, his bottom lip trembling. He started to hiccup before he got up and bolted from the kitchen into his room.
Weird.
—
Cats were natural hunters; in the wild, they were known to decimate natural bird and prey populations.
Jisung should have been no exception, but like many other things with the weird little guy, Jisung was the exception. He had been trying to hunt, to bring birds and other prey animals back to the front door after his late-night walks, but he seemed to fail at doing the hard part of the job and killing the poor creatures.
Minho woke up to a strange sound in his ear; it was light, and --- was that chirping? Minho's eyes snapped open to face a small bird, a blue bird, that was laid gently on Minho's silk pillow.
"What. The. Fuck. Jisung, why is there a bird in my bedroom?" Minho yelled across the house.
Thank God Felix was at work. He would flip shit; he had never done well with small animals, always asking Minho to get the menaces out of the house.
"Hyung! Do you like it? I brought you something to eat." Jisung appeared out of nowhere; he was probably waiting outside of the door like he always was when he pulled shit like this. "I think I finally killed it! It's ready for you to cook."
At times like this, Minho thought Jisung was more like a dog than a cat, desperate for praise in a nearly frantic way, but Minho was picky with his praise, especially in moments like this.
"I hate it! Get it the fuck out of my room. Now." Minho was seething, but Jisung's little pout was stopping him from getting truly angry. He was trying so hard to be helpful; that much was clear, and Minho didn't resent him for that; he couldn't.
"I'm not mad, kitty. It just scared me. I'm a prey hybrid, not a strong lion like you." He hoped his attempt at humor would slip into his tone, and it did. Jisung's chest puffed up, and he frantically nodded.
"Yeah! Hyung, I forgot. I'll ask Felix for help next time; I don't want to scare you." While that wasn't what Minho had intended fully, it was a way to gently nudge Jisung in the right direction of leaving Minho alone. Or at least, aid in stopping whatever weird way he was trying to interact with Minho now.
"Good idea, Jisung, great idea. Now, can you let Birdy over here outside?" Minho was going to have to disinfect and clean all of his laundry again, but it was kind of worth it to see that stupid little grin stretch across Jisung's lips.
—
Jisung was good at a few things, like making nests and playlists, organizing the Tupperware drawer, and grooming. He was great at grooming himself and Minho. But Jisung also, sadly, did not seem to know the appropriate times and places for grooming.
Jisung's olive branch of grooming came at a good time in their relationship, when Felix decided to let Minho know that Jisung was never going to be adopted out and that he was going to live with them forever.
Minho was reasonably upset; he locked himself in Felix's closet for two days to avoid Jisung and his sniffling around him. Things were good between Felix and Minho; even if he had been busy with his rescue efforts recently, Minho didn't need a companion. He liked being alone anyway, and now everything was ruined.
"No! No, Felix, he needs to leave." Minho whined out from underneath his comfortable pile of blankets. Felix chuckled, deep and low.
"He's going to stay with us; he'll be your friend." A friend? Minho had friends: Hyunjin, Jeongin, Yeji; probably more, he just couldn't remember now. Regardless, he didn't need any new friends; he just needed Felix and his space.
Jisung snuck into the room behind Felix and stared at Minho, his big eyes blinking slowly. He was being a little creepy, making intense eye contact in a way that he never had before. But now he seemed to be slowly inching his way into Minho's space, looking shy and sweet and soft.
Minho's brain couldn't handle the contradiction that was Jisung's presence in his space; he wasn't supposed to be there; he wasn't supposed to endear himself to Minho. But he did. Minho suddenly felt a jolt of anger shock its way through his body, and he found himself hissing and scratching at Jisung before he could help himself.
"Hey, you fleabag! Get out now!" It was mean, but Minho was so lost.
"Hey! No, that's not nice, Minho. Go on, Jisung, go to your room. He's just grumpy right now." Felix was being so sweet to this interloper in their lives and chastising Minho, his bunny Minho; he felt like his heart was breaking.
Jisung scurried off in that pitiful way he did when he felt embarrassed, and all of a sudden, Minho felt like he was the biggest asshole on planet Earth.
He nuzzled his face into his blankets, letting hot tears soak into the soft fabric. Now even Felix hated him; what had he done? He felt useless with the way his body shook with sobs.
But he felt Felix's small hand rub up and down his back, his fingers slowly tracing patterns into his spine.
"I'm not mad at you, bunny. Neither is Jisungie, hm? I know, I know. It's hard, and your rut is coming up; it'll be okay." Felix's voice was low and soft, and most importantly, it was kind, like he always was.
"Jisungie isn't mad?" He sniffled; as much as he wanted to deny it, he liked Jisung. With his weird clothes and nerdy personality, he was sweet, always recommending terrible TV shows and anime to get closer to Minho. And he liked Minho too; that was evident by the constant soft smell of arousal that clung to his scent.
Felix laughed, shattering the quiet moment before lifting Minho's head out of the blankets and caressing his cheeks, wiping the tears from his swollen eyes. "Jisung isn't mad, silly boy; I'm sure he thinks you're mad at him."
And wasn't that awful? He never wanted to make his kitty sad. He almost jumped out of his nest before Felix stopped him, pushing him down.
"No, get some rest, baby. Your rut is coming up soon, and Jisung can't handle that right now; he's still too weak." Felix cooed sympathetically, which was weird. Minho had never been interested in a mate, never been interested in sex, just going through the motions when it came to ruts.
"I don't want to mate him; I just want to apologize," Minho muttered. He felt annoyed, but Felix's embarrassed blush soothed the wound.
"Oh! Sorry, sorry, Minho. You still need to lay down; Jisung's body will react to your pheromones." That made more sense, so he laid down and waited for his first wave of rut to hit.
—
Minho had never had such an intense rut in his adult life. He could usually cruise by with a toy and synthetic pheromones to simulate an omega being with him; occasionally he had to watch a hybrid-centered video, but he never felt the need to have a heat partner.
Maybe it was because there was an omega so close by that made it so much more intense. Regardless, Minho spent all three days outside of his door scratching, begging for Jisung to come and help him.
Jisung, like the sweetheart he was, was so kind through Minho's rut. He was sweet when he explained that he couldn't come to help Minho because Minho didn't want him to. He sounded so embarrassed, but he was kind, talking Minho through orgasms while he was awake and leaving a scented shirt outside of his door at night.
Jisung seemed to have taken the whole situation in stride, because the first day after his rut, Jisung climbed in Minho's lap before staring at him.
"Can I please groom you, Hyung?" He was aware of the boundaries between them, but he still wanted to cross them; he still wanted to be closer to Minho. It was nice; he wasn't letting himself be pushed away, but he still understood his place as the submissive hybrid in the relationship.
Minho dipped his head down and allowed Jisung to lick a stripe on his forehead. Jisung's tongue was rough—not as rough as a real cat—but the sensation still tickled Minho.
It was almost instantaneous the way Jisung's purr started it up. It vibrated through his chest, leaving his throat with little chirps that came out with every lick on Minho's face and neck. Jisung stopped when he reached Minho's scent glands, still swollen from the rut, and he climbed off his lap. Sitting on the floor next to him and waiting.
"Was it good, hyung? Do you feel nice and handsome? You look nice." Jisung was pleased with himself, squirming around and just staring. His pheromones were pleased and calm, with a sugary twinge of arousal that was characteristic of Jisung by now.
"I feel great, Jisungie. Am I handsome for you?" Minho watched as Jisung puffed up, eyes wide and happy. Minho liked seeing him like this; he liked watching his confidence bloom, and he liked being the reason behind it. It was a different type of joy than he had felt when interacting with his friends or even his owner.
Jisung just chirped up at Minho before running into his bedroom and slamming the door.
Was he getting off? Grinding his body into the pillows that were scattered across the bed until he came. Or was he taking the time to stretch himself out and fill himself up with one of those dildos Felix bought him for his heat? Jisung hadn't had one yet because he hadn't reached a healthy weight, but Felix made sure Jisung had the proper resources already.
Minho felt himself filling out in his jeans; he didn't have the stamina to even get off right now; he just wanted to sit and luxuriate in the feeling of being aroused by someone else. It was hard to imagine that he would've ever gotten hard over someone, let alone a cat hybrid, but here he was.
—
Jisung's grooming behaviors continued after he reached a healthy weight; he was slowly exploring his relationship with Felix and other hybrids, which made sense, all things considered.
What didn't make sense was Jisung's insistence on sticking close to Minho and grooming him. Every day at 8 a.m. and 4 p.m. on the dot, he would slip his body into Minho's lap and ask to groom him. His little tongue would dance around different spots on Minho's face, head, and neck, but he would never allow himself the chance to scent Minho. It was a boundary that neither of them seemed to know how to cross.
It didn't matter who was around; Jisung would groom Minho and work himself into a frenzy before pushing himself off of Minho and hiding in his room for thirty minutes to an hour.
He was so bashful despite the intimacy of the situation. Jisung also refused to defer to Minho as the dominant hybrid of the house, despite his submissive grooming behaviors.
In every other facet of their relationship, Jisung postured himself as the dominant mate, "providing" for Minho, protecting him, and even guarding him during his naps during the day. It was sweet, if not a little bit intense, but Felix found it hilarious, so Minho let him continue.
—
"Jisung, sweetness, climb off my lap, please; we have company over." Minho tried gently; he wasn't trying to hurt the boy's feelings, but Felix had invited Hyunjin and his owner Changbin for dinner, and grooming was an intimate thing that was shared between two hybrids in private, not between a whole group of people.
"Oh, yeah, sorry, hyung." Jisung bolted up before excusing himself to his bedroom, which was normal after their grooming sessions, but his sad, wilted scent was odd. He normally didn't get the grooming blues.
"Damn hyung, you're cold," Hyunjin chuckled, his eyes scanning Minho's face. "I never thought you would reject someone openly like that."
Reject Jisung? Minho would never; he had become so enamored with his kitty that he was even thinking of finally asking him to be his mate.
"I wasn't rejecting him. It's just not the time or place right now; besides, it's so intimate, isn't it?"
Hyunjin was a cat hybrid too; maybe he would understand Jisung's intentions differently; maybe Minho was rejecting him accidentally.
"You don't get it, do you? I told you to check out a book on cat hybrids when Felix adopted him." Now Hyunjin was scolding him; what luck!
It's not that it wasn't important to understand why Jisung behaved the way he did; it was just that, well, they were hybrids, not animals, so while bunnies and cats behaved differently, they weren't actual animals.
Realistically, Minho had never seen Hyunjin groom Changnin, and they were mates in every sense of the word, but Minho just assumed that they were private people like Minho was. He didn't appreciate Hyunjin scolding him, especially about knowing his future mate, but maybe he was right.
—
There was no time to discuss their relationship dynamic before Jisung's first heat hit. It made sense that it would come; they had been waiting for it for a while, as Jisung had reached a healthy weight almost a month ago. But Minho had still made a mistake in assuming fate would give him a break when it came to his black kitty.
Minho didn't even really know if Jisung was going to ask him to join him during his heat; Minho hadn't taken the opportunity to ask him to join him during his rut, and he didn't know if Jisung was ready for that part of their relationship to happen yet.
So, Minho was shocked when Jisung walked up to him with a scented sweater and asked him, oh so shyly, to accompany him during his heat.
"Hyung, would you, maybe, spend my heat with me?" He was shuffling his painted toes in the carpet, refusing to make eye contact with him.
It was interesting, but it made sense. It was a lot for an alpha to be vulnerable enough to open his nest during a rut, but for sweet Sungie to ask him to accompany his heat? It must've been nerve-wracking.
"Of course, Jisung-ah, thank you for asking." Minho was honored; it was a step in the right direction for their relationship; maybe Minho would have a mate come winter.
—
Minho and Jisung spent the upcoming week preparing for his heat. They told Felix, which tickled him endlessly, and he brought home blankets upon blankets, protein shakes and snacks, and lube, lots of lube.
That was odd, considering Jisung most likely naturally produced slick, but who was Minho to judge? Jisung was perfect regardless, and he wanted their first experience together to be safe and smooth, literally and metaphorically.
Minho brought his softest clothes to Jisung's room, ensuring they both had clean clothes to change into in moments of lucidity. Jisung was confused as to why Minho only brought clothes and food, especially when Jisung hadn’t brought more, but Minho assured him that he was just making sure they were properly stocked.
"Oh, okay, thank you! You are the best, aren't you, hyung? I’ll take care of you." Minho thought Jisung's insistence on taking care of him was cute; he was trying to be so strong for his hyung, but he was so obviously anxious about the whole situation.
—
On the first day of Jisung's preheat, he invited Minho into his nest and proceeded to stuff his cold little nose into Minho's scent gland, sniffing and licking. He pulled away, looking dazed, before staring determinedly at him.
"Hyung, please lay back." He was slurring his words while trying his best to look serious; it was cute, so Minho leaned back and allowed himself to be smothered with all of Jisung's nest materials. After he was done, Jisung patted the blankets around Minho's head before cuddling up to him and laying down on his chest.
"I’m excited to be with you now, hyung," he whispered int Minho's chest. "I want to treat you nicely." He was so sincere, as Minho could tell from the tone of his voice and his sweet scent.
"Yeah, baby, I'm happy too." Minho was slowly lulled to sleep by Jisung's purring and the warmth of his room. He was excited to take care of his kitty too.
—
Minho woke up to the sensation of Jisung grinding into his thigh. He was gasping and whining quietly in Minho's ear, trying his best to stay quiet while Minho slept.
"Feels good," he whined. "I need more, please." He was so considerate and polite, but he was having an awfully hard time controlling his volume, along with a flow of slick that was forming a puddle beneath Minho's thighs. Minho tried to prop himself up and lift his thigh to give Jisung more friction before Jisung growled and pushed his body back down into the soft mattress.
"No! Hyung, sit still." He whined again; he was a confusing kitten, but it was funny. He was trying so hard to be dominant for some reason; Minho didn't know why, but it made the experience fun.
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry, Sungie." Minho cooed out; he didn't want to upset him. Jisung was in an unstable state, being in preheat, and he wanted to establish himself as a positive figure so that he could prove himself to be an adequate mate.
Jisung relaxed, molding himself into Minho's body and grinding down on his thigh, the wet fabric of his boxers sticking to his cock, allowing Minho to feel the way his little cockhead pressed into his thigh. Jisung was frantic, pushing his head into Minho's neck and taking in deep inhales before grinding into his thigh.
Minho was confused; Jisung clearly needed stimulation somewhere else, but Jisung was pointedly ignoring the multiple dildos and vibrators that were scattered around the mest, instead whining out and moving his hips more frantically.
"Hyung, you're mine! I love it, I love you." He whispered into Minho's neck, rutting deeper, getting closer tohis impending orgasm. His scent was heavy, which triggered Minho's scent to deepen in response. Their scents mixed in the air, cloaking the room in a heavy cloud, triggering Minho's pheromones in response.
Minho’s hips responded before his brain could, grinding back. He felt himself become lost in the moment, feeling every rock of Jisung’s hips, the crest and fall of his chest. It was intense, as if every nerve in his body was focused on the places where their bodies met.
Jisung’s gasp increased in volume when Minho let his lips brush against the boy's scent gland; it was swollen and agitated from where Jisung had apparently been rubbing it against Minho, and it turned him on exponentially. Jisung’s hips moved sporadically; he was focused on having an orgasm, forgoing any subtleties or attempts to quiet himself down. Instead, he opened his mouth and moaned unabashedly in Minho’s ear.
“Minho, please! Hyung, hyung,” He panted out, the honorific honey sweet and dripping from his tongue, “I’m so close; help, please.” He was so useless like this, scent-drunk and needy, and Minho loved it.
He slipped a hand down Jisung’s wet shorts, grabbing his slick cock and reveling in its size. He was so small, he couldn’t be bigger than two or three inches, which was fine; he wouldn’t need to use it anyway. His thrusts barely pushed his dick out of Minho's hand, but he was so into it, lost in his little world of pleasure.
Minho twisted his wrist before pushing the tip of his thumb into Jisung’s slit and watching as his eyes rolled into the back of his head; it was intoxicating. The way drool slipped from the corner of his mouth down onto his chin, Minho yearned to lick it off.
“Does it feel good? Tell me, what do you feel?” Minho wanted Jisung to speak; he wanted to hear his innermost thoughts. Minho’s gums were already beginning to ache with the promise of mating on the horizon, claiming venom dripping down his chin, settling in the dip of his throat.
Jisung whines before crying out, “I don’t know, hyung, help.” He was pitiful, sniffling miserably until Minho finally took his second hand and palmed one of his peachy cheeks. He keened wetly, arching his back into Minho’s touch. He was so needy like this, whining and squirming around until Minho touched him in the way he wanted him to.
“More, right there, please.” Finally, Minho could do many things, but reading minds was never one of his skills, so Jisung’s vocal encouragement and approval were going to help them move the moment along.
Minho trailed his fingers lower, slipping his index and middle fingers between his cheeks to rest gently on his wet hole. It was soft, slippery in a way he hadn't expected even with the presence of so much slick.
Instantly, Jisung’s hips stopped, and he stilled before wailing. He had come from just that? It was a little pitiful, but it did nothing to stop Minho’s orgasm. Minho’s hips moved at double time, grinding up into Jisung’s softening cock.
“Fuck, good job, baby. Great job.” Minho panted out; he was so close that he knew he was on the edge of a mind-melding orgasm; he just needed a little push. It was overwhelming; with all the sensations fluttering around him, he was surrounded by Jisung, encompassed by his presence.
“Are you gonna mate me, hyung? I wanna be yours.” And that was all it took—Jisung whining in his ear, his hips stuttering softly in response. His sweet face was pinched in overstimulation, big brown eyes closed, and his mouth was wet from where he was mouthing at Minho’s neck, and Minno was in love.
He came with a shout, ruining the inside of his boxers and adding to the mess on the front of his already ruined sweatpants. Jisung slipped a hand down the front of Minho’s pants, swiping his hands through Minho’s spend before reaching the fingers up to his pink lips and tasting. It was hedonistic, the way Jisung continued to lathe Minho with scenes of pleasure.
“Good, you taste really good.” Jisung grinned down at Minho from his perch atop his chest before sliding down beside him and curling up behind his back. They would have to clean up at some point, but that was a problem for the future; they'd make bigger messes sooner rather than later.
—-
Minho woke up in a panic; he felt disoriented, his body still from a firm pressure, and two sharp little fangs poking the base of his neck. He had only been scruffed once in his life by a cruel shop owner. Minho had never been so scared in his life, never felt so powerless, and he never wanted to feel that way again.
He forced himself to move through the unnatural calm that had spread through his limbs and flipped the unwelcome intruder on his back. “What the fuck are you doing? I should kill you.” He seethed.
He looked down expecting to see a man, a human, someone who was prepared to harm him and Jisung, but—it was Jisung. He was crying openly, hiccuping, and sniffling.
"No, don't kill me; I'm sorry, I'm scared.” He was crying, weakly pawing at Minho’s chest, and it was confusing. Why would Jisung try and scare him like that?
Minho reached around the back of Jisung’s neck and scruffed him, watching as his body melted against the mattress.
“How do you like that?” He scoffed. The kitty was playing dumb games, and now he won a dumb prize; it would teach him how to behave around an alpha, even if it was a little scary now.
But instead of crying or apologizing more, Jisung’s chest started up in a purr, and Minho was bombarded with the smell of fresh slick filling up the room.
Oh, he thought Minho would like being scruffed because he liked being scruffed. Minho let go, looking down into Jisung’s eyes.
“Why did you scruff me? Don't lie.” He hoped he looked intimidating instead of how fond he felt; Jisung was so cute. Always trying to be good to Minho; be good for Minho. Even if most of his attempts were misguided or unsuccessful, he always tried so hard, so earnestly.
“Because,” Jisung started, “because I wanted you to know I'm in charge.” His tone was soft, nearly a whisper, but a flame lit behind his eyes at the end of his sentence. In charge? What a childish statement. No one was in charge of their relationships; for all intents and purposes, mates were equals, even if one of them was an omega.
“What do you mean, you're in charge?” Minho chuckled. What a confident little omega! He had been so firm in his courting attempts now that Minho thought about it, pushing his way into Minho's life regardless of his firm attempts to push him right back out.
“Well, when you let me groom you, I realized you wanted me to be the dominant mate, so I had to establish my dominance so I could mount you.” He chirped out, looking proud.
What the fuck?
—
Minho had never been a particularly dominant person; he was firm, strict at times, but he had never felt the need to dominate someone until now. Jisung’s little confession awoke something primal in Minho that had never been awoken before, and he didn't quite know what to do with it.
“Hyung? It's okay to be confused, but I read online that it's okay for alphas to be submissive, especially if they're prey hybrids.”
Jisung put his soft hand on Minho’s thigh and rubbed up and down as if he were delivering bad news. And it wasn’t like Jisung was wrong; it was fine for some alphas to be submissive, just not Minho.
“No. Not me.” Minho said distractedly, “I’m not submissive.”
Jisung’s brows furrowed and a pout settled on his lips. “It’s okay, hyung. I don't mind, as long as I have you." He was so sweet, but he was also so ignorant.
“Baby, no. I didn't know that you were trying to be dominant over me; I thought you were submitting.”
Jisung’s eyes widened before his body seemed to slump into the bed with relief. “You don't want me to be your alpha?” he whispered.
“No, no baby. I want to be the one who provides, who takes care of you,” he started. “I think we have different ideas of dominance.”
“Thank god! Oh, what a relief! Hyung, it's so hard.” Jisung blurted out, “I hate hunting, and I'm not good at cooking, and I don't like trying to be dominant.” His voice raised in pitch.
—
Minho led Jisung to his bathroom; it was cute with an odd witchy theme that Minho would have never expected from Jisung.
He filled up the bathtub with bath salts before turning on the tap and letting hot water run.
How did he get here? From an alpha who never expressed interest in mating anyone, who never even glanced twice at an omega, to running a bath for a cat hybrid who just tried to scruff him.
Jisung had changed his life for the better since he met him; it was beautiful, and the boy didn't even know it. He was just himself, clumsy and silly and sweet and completely and utterly weird. Minho loved every second of it; he couldn't imagine his life without him.
Jisung whined behind his back, perched on the closed toilet seat lid. "Hyung, is the bath ready? I wanna smell you." That was another good thing about Jisung; he was relatively honest about his intentions, even if he was shy about them.
He was wrapped up in Minho's orbit, and he felt the same. "Hyung is dissolving the bath salts in water, and then he'll come over and we can get in there." Jisung was impatient and loud at times, but he was one hundred percent just a sweet-purring kitten at the end of the day.
Minho heard Jisung grumble behind him, growling under his breath. Was he testing the boundaries? What was Minho supposed to do in this situation?
Minho finished stirring the bathwater and wiped his hands on the material of his sweatpants, turning to face Jisung.
"Are you growling at me?" He grunted.
It was cute, and honestly, if he wasn't worried about their budding relationship, he wouldn't discipline him. But of course, Jisung decided to hiss up at him before snubbing his cute nose up.
"Don't hiss at me. Calm down." Minho soothed; it was cute how pitiful Jisung actually was, how needy.
Jisung just glared at Minho before moving to climb down from the toilet seat. Minho quickly grabbed him by the back of his neck, effectively scruffing Jisung.
Jisung's body went limp in Minho's hold, and the tension behind his eyes dissipated as well. He began purring and chirping to himself. It was like he needed the firm hold to soothe himself, and it boosted Minho's ego in an almost sinister way.
Jisung needed him; he needed Minho to help him calm down, and it was a responsibility that used to scare Minho, that used to make him push away any romantic prospect, but now it was exhilarating.
Minho picked up Jisung and placed him in the hot water before getting undressed himself and climbing behind him. The tub was a bit small for the two of them, but it was nice being so close to him. Jisung was relaxed on Minho's chest, splashing the water with his paws.
"Minho," Jisung started quietly, "I think that I was meant to get caught." It was a confession, loud and clear, and it was beautiful. "I thought living life as a human was what was right for me, but now that I'm with you, with Felix, it feels like it's all slipping into place."
Minho had always taken pleasure in being owned, being pampered by others, and not having to live with the pressures and responsibilities of living alone as a human. He couldn't imagine the burden Jisung was under all those years; he never wanted his mate to feel that way again.
"I think that everything is slipping into place, baby. It all works out." Minho wanted to be a rock for Jisung, someone he could trust to provide for him. It was emotional realization for Minho, but he was so happy to have realized it.
—
Their romantic little bubble was popped by the next wave of Jisung's heat that had rocked through his body. He began squirming and whining in Minho's hold, turning his head to nudge his nose against Minho's scent glands before relaxing from the calming pheromones that were being pushed out by Minho.
Minho made quick work of washing up Jisung and himself. Swiping the loofah over their bodies, pointedly ignoring their obvious arousal. Jisung was whining and squirming in Minho's hold, trying to buck his hips and grind down on Minho before he was calmed again by Minho's scent.
At the end of the bath, Jisung was a scent-drunk puddle of warm kitty bundled up in one of the fluffy towels Minho had brought over from his room.
"Hold on, baby, I gotta go get some clothes for us to wear." Minho cooed, leaving Jisung sitting on his bed. Minho logically knew he should have placed him in his nest, but he wanted to replace the slick stained sheets.
Jisung began whining and chirping, calling out for his alpha, which broke Minho's heart, but he knew logically that Jisung was safe, just needy.
“Alpha, come back; I’m so cold.” He was reaching out to Minho from his cozy spot on the bed, looking absolutely pitiful, but Minho knew he had to stay strong for the kitten. His cries increased in volume until Minho finally finished organizing their clothes and the nest.
“Okay, okay. Everything is ready. That’s enough crying.” He cooed, walking over to Jisung.
He thought the boy was being a brat, a little manipulative with his cries, but now that he was standing here, face to face, with Jisung, he realized just how earnest his tears were.
"Hyung, I don't need clothes. I just need you."
He was hiccuping, reaching up to Minho. He was so worked up, finally settling into the headspace most omegas got into when they were in their heat. His hips were thrusting up into the air, slick leaking down from his hole onto the bed below.
He really didn't need clothes the more Minho thought of it; his skin was hot, flushed from his efforts and the heat in general.
He looked beautiful; his nipples were hard, his chest was red and splotchy, and even his little cock was hard and dripping. He was so wet.
He bent down and put his hands beneath Jisung's thighs to lift him and carry him over to their nest. He laid him down in the nest and watched as Jisung flipped his body over to present to Minho like the perfect omega he was.
He was so beautiful like this, wet and pliant, his thighs shaking with the exertion it took to keep his hips angled. He was whining, rocking his hips back and forth, as if it took any effort to entice Minho to come over and take care of him.
Minho bent down and took the time to lick all patches of available skin he could find, behind the backs of his knees, his calves, finally licking over the globes of his ass before settling over his winking hole.
"Ah, Minho-hyung, more." Jisung pushed his ass back into Minho's face, trying to spear himself open on his tongue. It was beautiful watching him fall apart over Minho's actions, watching him submit in a way that most men could never brag about seeing, let alone doing.
Minho flattened his tongue over the twitching rosebud, reveling in the way Jisung cried out, trying to pull himself away. Minho brought up an arm and wrapped it around Jisung's thighs, pulling him closer and trapping him there.
Minho felt woozy like he was floating in a cloud of bliss and pure Jisung. It was overwhelming; if Minho didn't know he had recently gone through his rut, he would have thought he was going into it now.
The atmosphere of the room was heady, filled with pure desperation.
Jisung pushed his hips back onto Minho's nose, grinding back and crying. "Hyung, more please; I want you inside," he keened lowly, like the air in his tummy was slowly being squeezed out.
Minho brought up a hand to test the boundaries of Jisung's hole, and he was shocked at how loose he was; he could slip two fingers inside him immediately, pressing into him. It was like Jisung was made for him; his body was in tune with Minho's every quirk of his finger was responded to with a whine or a groan.
"Wait, baby, wait. Hyung is bigger than you realize." He was stroking his own ego with that sentence, but he was big; he didn't want to hurt him, never wanted to hurt him.
Minho pushes a third finger inside, allowing himself this one moment of self-restraint before focusing on pulling an orgasm out of Jisung. He pulled his fingers out to manipulate Jisung's body so that they were sitting face to face, with Jisung's ass pressed against Minho's stomach. He slipped his fingers back in before Jisung could open his mouth to whine, grinning when he saw the way his eyes rolled back into his head.
"Feels good, huh?"
He wanted to hear Jisung tell him how good he's doing to know he's treating his kitten well. Jisung didn’t respond, though; he just stared, mouth agape, as he ground his hips down on Minho's hand.
"Answer me." Minho felt like he was losing his mind, so wrapped up in Jisung he didn’t realize his hips grinding into the sweet boy's back until he jerks, once, twice, three times, and comes. Jisung promptly burst into tears.
"Hyung no! Please. Fuck me, please." Jisung cried out. Before Minho could even respond, Jisung showed an inhumane amount of strength, and pulled Minho's fingers out of him, before pressing Minho's cock inside him.
A supernova exploded behind Minho's eyes, like a connection was forged between Minho and Jisung now, something that would be written in the stars for millenia now on.
Jisung stuffed his face into Minho's neck, his pert little tongue lathing over Minho's scent gland, their scent releasing in small bursts, filling the room.
They sit there for at least five minutes, or it could be five years; all Minho can register is the heat wrapped tight around his cock and the way Jisung whined into his neck, both of them adjusting to the new, intense sensation.
And then, then, Jisung starts moving, he gives Minho no time to adjust, no time to cope with the intense overstimulation one would experience, he barely gives Minho time to get hard again before he starts grinding down.
“Hyung, hyung, more.”
Minho didn't know what else there was to give, his soul laid bare for Jisung to eat, for Jisung to consume once and for all, then and there, and his boy still wanted more.
Jisung doesn't seem to care about how soft Minho is inside him, instead he just powers through. It’s a disconcerting feeling, stiffening to full hardness inside someone, but it's so arousing that Minho can't bring himself to complain.
Jisung grows tighter and tighter around him the more he rocks down and keens in Minho’s ear, wanton and unabashed in his need for stimulation.
Minho gripped Jisung’s hips with his claws in an attempt to ground himself, which seemed to only fuel Jisung’s sloppy movements.
“Ah- hyung! Yes, your knot,” he panted in Minho’s ear, tongue licking around his neck and scent glands, “give it to me now.”
The little kitty was so intense, taking and taking and Minho was forced to give, he wouldn't have it any other way.
He was relentless, grinding and humping, moving his little body in ways that made Minho drool. How was he blessed with this little minx? He felt like he wouldn’t survive this experience, and if he did, he would be a changed person.
Jisung suddenly stopped, his little body stilling in Minho’s lap.
“W-why did you stop baby?” Minho’s hips thrust back up, he needed more friction. But Jisung just stared, eyes boring into Minho’s soul until he promptly burst into tears.
“You don’t want me? I can mount you, if you like?” Jisung was pitiful, he looked so betrayed and hurt.
“Fuck! No, no baby. I want you so badly, why do you think I don’t want you?” He never wanted his baby to feel unwanted, especially after their experience meeting.
“Why won’t you mount me?” Oh- that’s the issue. Minho didn’t want to waste time explaining his idiocy, so he quickly flipped their bodies, putting Jisung’s back on the slick soaked sheets below.
Jisung gasped before looking up at Minho expectantly. Minho knew what he wanted, what he needed. And now it was his time to deliver, his time to claim him.
He pushed back into to Jisung’s tight heat, hissing from sensitivity as he was encased in pure pleasure yet again. Jisung was so soft, so malleable under Minho’s touch, writhing around and gasping out at the stretch.
“Hyung!” Jisung cooed into his ear, hands reaching around to scrape down his back, he was so desperate but demure with his movements. He was addictive, his sweet scent enveloping the room and cocooning Minho in its warmth.
“Sh. Just take it.” Minho growled in response, he had never felt like such an alpha before, so sure of his instincts until now. His hips increased in speed, smacking against Jisung’s until his body was jolted up and down on the sheets.
How could any alpha resist this? The pull of lust, of desire, of knowing someone like this? Minho felt renewed like he was owned by someone, soul and all. It was intense.
Fuck, he was close. He reached a small hand down between their bodies to grab at Jisung’s small cock, tugging until he felt Jisung’s hummingbird heart beat against his.
“Wait, hyung. I’m so close.” he whined out, squirming beneath him.
“No.” Minho couldn’t stop, couldn’t deny himself the pleasure of seeing Jisung fall apart on his cock, of feeling it.
He pushed harder, his hips snapping in tandem with the working of his hand, feeling the wetness of Jisung, the way he poured his heart out in this moment.
Jisung’s orgasm stopped his movements in his tracks, his hole squeezing him to the point of not being able to move.
Jisung looked delicious, his mouth open in a silent scream, eyes rolled back in his head as he shook there for eternity. His taut tummy was painted with pearlescent drops of omega come, it was beautiful.
Minho pushed his head into Jisung’s neck and inhaled, letting his mind be clouded by his pheromones and the squeeze of his body around his. His hips moved sporadically in a selfish attempt to finish himself off. It was bad etiquette to come more than his omega during his rut but it felt so good.
“I’m close, so close. Take it, and sit still.” Minho grunted in his ear, his poor boy was squirming, trying to pull away from his thrusts, but Minho’s knot was swelling, and he was nothing but a man.
“Take it. You got it,” he growled, the stretch was obviously getting to be too much for the kitty but Minho didn't care, he was so close to finally bridging the gap.
In the end it took two deep thrusts before he was finally knotting Jisung. It was pathetic, he barely lasted ten minutes the second time around, but Jisung didn't seem to care at all, whining and keening, his little cock coming once again.
“Hyung! Thank you, thank you. I'm yours now, thank you, yours.”
Before Minho could stop it, he felt the prick of little fangs on his scent gland, causing him to bite down on Jisung’s in response.
“Fuck! Oh shit, hold on baby wait.” Minho was trying so hard not to succumb to the age-old instinct of biting back, but he was still an animal, growling and bucking his hips.
Jisung’s cherry scent burned in his nostrils, imprinting himself in his DNA. It was emotional, he felt himself gasping out tears before he could realize it.
“I’m so sorry, Jisungie. Jisung? Baby?” he looked down to see his sweet kitty passed out on the bed below with a small grin spreading his lips.
Maybe this new kitten wasn't so bad after all.
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“Yeah, he's kinda clingy, but he's perfect.”
“Clingy… I could never tell,” Hyunjin chuckled, glancing down at Jisung who was sprawled across Minho’s lap.
“He’s my hyung.” Jisung hissed out, looking entirely too pleased.
“Trust me, no one is trying to take him from you.”