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Minjeong is a very spoiled puppy hybrid.
Jmin makes sure the puppy only eat the highest quality food made with the best ingredients available. Her clothes are simple yet high quality, and Jimin never lets them get even slightly dirty. Minjeong never leaves the house without her pretty pink bow, blonde hair braided into pleats, preened perfectly to be shown off.
Every night, Minjeong sits patiently on the edge of the bathtub so that Jimin can massage various different products into her fluffy white ears and tail, before rinsing and drying her off. Then she gets all the cuddles she wants for the night.
So yes, all of that to say, Minjeong is spoiled and aware of it.
In moments like this, however, she really doesn't like her mommy. Never mind, she feels guilty even thinking that jokingly, but she'd really like it if Jimin would stop teasing her about a recent discovery.
Jimin has the nerve to pretend that she doesn't know why the puppy has been sulking on the couch since they got home. As if she hadn't called Minjeong kitten in front of the cashier – in public.
She was embarrassed to say the least.
Perhaps she'd be less mad if she didn't like the nickname so much. Actually, if that was the case, then it would've been a funny little joke, because clearly Minjeong with folded fuzzy ears and a cute furry tail, is not a kitten.
Instead, her face started to flush a horrifying red as her tail thumped in delight against Jimin's thigh. Even the cashier and the strangers behind them had laughed at her.
Thank goodness it had been as they were leaving the store, as Minjeong doesn't think she could handle much longer being ridiculed like that.
The scene repeats in her mind in the car ride home.
"Come on, kitten," Jimin lets slip, and automatically Minjeong's body reacts, tail wagging and ears perking up, before remembering that they're very much not alone.
The cashier's chuckle makes her growl lowly as she sticks close to Jimin, eager to get out of the store as fast as possible. Everything else becomes white noise as blood rushes to her cheeks, sheer humiliation making her thoughts blank out. She barely remembers leaving the store, letting herself be tugged along by her mommy.
The worst part of it all is the way Jimin had made it seem like she called Minjeong that all the time. As if Jimin hadn't just stumbled across the effect the pet name had on Minjeong a few days ago.
Minjeong is pressed against Jimin's side, face burrowed in the space between her shoulder and chest. Thoughtlessly, she begins to nuzzle into the warmth of Jimin's skin, scent strong here, comforting. She doesn't realize she's making any noise at all until Jimin mentions it.
"It's like you're purring, sweetheart." Jimin chuckles, petting at the back of her head, scratching just behind her ear. Minjeong whines and pushes back into the touch, now aware of the deep rumble in her chest.
"'m a puppy... don't purr." Minjeong grumbles, but can't find it in herself to stop, the vibrations deeply relaxing.
"Whatever you say, kitty."
Then Minjeong freezes, the rumbling stopping abruptly. Gentle hands pull her face away from Jimin's body, cupping her cheeks delicately.
"Minjeong, what's wrong?" Jimin's voice is tinged with worry.
"N- nothing."
Shame washes over Minjeong, and she can't, won't, admit that she had really liked her mommy calling her kitty. She can't even look Jimin in the eyes right now, eyes flitting from the concerned line of her lips, to the sliver of skin showing at the collar of her t-shirt.
"I'm sorry if that offended you, baby. I won't call you that again, if you hate it that much. I didn't know."
Jimin is so sincere, clearly thinking she had hurt Minjeong with her words, and she simply can't have that.
"No! Mommy didn't do anything wrong."
Minjeong scrambles to clarify, before realizing she's caught herself in a trap here. By comforting Jimin, she's admitting, by default, that she is fine with being called kitty. And Jimin is way too perceptive, too smart, to let this go unnoticed.
"Oh?"
Minjeong can hear the smirk in Jimin's voice before she looks up, sees it. Hungry eyes rake over the puppy's face, taking in the deep flush that has now taken on a new meaning to Jimin.
She's not sure what to say, this information is just as new to Minjeong as it is to Jimin. Minjeong's ears are pinned flat on her head, tiny canines nipping at the skin of her bottom lip.
Surely it's weird of her to like such a thing?
"'m sorry." Minjeong mumbles, averting her gaze again.
"You don't need to apologize." Jimin tuts, pulling her forward to plant a kiss on Minjeong's twitching nose. "Don't think too hard, sweetheart. Liking being called kitty doesn't make you less of a puppy, hm?"
There's a teasing lilt to Jimin's voice, one that she usually reserves for the bedroom, and the puppy can't help but squirm, tail trying to wag where it's trapped between her back and the couch. "Mommy, don't tease.. I'm embarrassed."
Thankfully, Jimin decides not to push it any further, sensing Minjeong's discomfort. Minjeong's not sure she's ready to reckon with the realization that she is turned on by being a kitten for Jimin, not today at least, so she relaxes into Jimin's side again and lets herself drift off to sleep.
That had been a few days ago. Since then, Jimin had slipped different variations of the name into conversation a handful of times, as if gauging Minjeong's reaction. Each time had Minjeong slowly realizing that she might like the name in a way that was very inappropriate.
Finally, Jimin breaks the tense silence, entering the living room after pottering around the kitchen for the past half hour.
"Puppy, is it really that bad to be called kitten? You could've told Mommy you don't like it from the beginning. Or if you've changed your mind about it, I'll stop." Jimin's tone is serious, but caring.
Minjeong whines, ears glued to her head, tail stock-still behind her. "The strangers at the store laughed at me," is all she can mutter, arms crossed against her chest.
"Baby," Jimin coos, "I shouldn't have said that in front of those strangers, not without asking you first. It was a genuine mistake, I promise. You were just so cute today, Puppy."
With a huff, Minjeong turns to face Jimin, glare softening as she sees how apologetic Jimin looks, wringing her hands together as she stands at the other end of the couch.
"It's just... embarrassing. Shouldn't like being called that."
"Oh, Minjeong. So you're not mad at Mommy for calling you kitten, you just think it's bad to like it?" Jimin's voice is soft as she takes a step closer to Minjeong.
"Isn't it? I'm not a kitten.." Minjeong says, matter-of-factly. "Other dogs don't like being compared to a cat, too."
"Who cares about others? If you like it, sweetheart, then that's enough."
Though Jimin's words are a comfort to her, Minjeong still feels the swirling of shame in her stomach as she processes, admits to herself, finally, that she likes it. Likes it a lot, likes how precious and small it makes her feel. A pretty little cat to be pampered and taken care of by Jimin.
She shudders, shaking her head to rid herself of those thoughts before she gets carried away.
"Puppy still feels weird about it, but I really do like it, Mommy. Um... j- just not in front of others, please?" Minjeong blushes furiously, as she's basically admitting that it's a sex thing.
She's sure her mommy knows that by now, but before there was a small chance it was just another cute thing to call Minjeong, like baby or sweetheart. Much to Minjeong's chagrin, it's not. This whole situation wouldn't be as embarrassing, as horrifying, if it was just an innocent thing.
There's a glint in Jimin's eyes as she stalks over to the puppy until she's standing in front of her. By now, Minjeong's ears have relaxed, tail no longer stiff. She easily allows Jimin to pet at her head and fondle her ears, leaning into the touch with a pleased sigh.
"Minjeongie likes it too much, hm?" Jimin coos, laughing warmly at the indignant whine it elicits from the puppy. "Mommy really is sorry for embarrassing you at the store, baby."
Tears well in Minjeong's eyes at how lovely Jimin is, how much she truly cares for her. She can tell how much Jimin loves her from the way she sounds upset, knowing that she had done something to make Minjeong uncomfortable.
"Is okay, Mommy. That cashier should be the one apologizing for laughing.." The puppy grumbles, making a mental note to get back at the cashier if they ever met again.
She'll think of something.
"Hm, it wasn't very nice of him to laugh," Jimin agrees, pulling the puppy's head forward so her face is buried in Jimin's chest. "My poor, sweet puppy."
All of the tension and unease from the day melts away as Jimin cradles her puppy to her, petting her in a way that's almost hypnotic with how rhythmic it is. Minjeong's tail is free to sway happily from side to side.
"Sleepy.." Minjeong eventually says with her mouth pressed against the cotton of Jimin's soft shirt, probably dirtying it with saliva, muffled and barely legible. Jimin gets the message, anyway, and tugs Minjeong up to get them ready for bed.
Even if Minjeong is half asleep, Jimin is resolute in completing her daily routine grooming of the puppy's fur. Minjeong is sure she actually falls asleep while Jimin swipes a clean soft towel over her face, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth.
"Messy pup," Jimin mumbles as she wipes it away. "All done! Let's go to bed, sleepyhead."
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Minjeong can't decide if she's happy or upset that there's no mention of her new penchant for being called kitten, not for the following week. Things continue as normal, Jimin heading to work, Minjeong staying at home and watching tv like a good girl.
The first few days had given Minjeong time to think things through, let her realize that feeling ashamed was part of the reason she was so turned on by the thought of her mommy calling her her kitty, and that it wasn't necessarily a bad thing to feel like that. After that, she just feels desperate.
By the time Friday comes around, Minjeong is strung out. It's like Jimin is teasing her by deliberately avoiding the topic. Minjeong is too shy to bring it up herself yet, so she's left to her imagination, the memory of her mommy's deep-smooth voice calling her that.
The puppy feels herself getting worked up.
It's not late enough for Jimin to be home yet, but she's let her thoughts wander too much, wetness in her panties starting to feel uncomfortable against her center, and she doesn't think she can wait. She'd also feel bad for bothering Jimin, knowing her mommy will most likely be tired after working all week.
Hoping she can make it quick, the puppy shuffles to their bedroom, forgetting to close the door in her haste. Without much thought, she pulls off her strawberry patterned panties, fingers pausing as they grasp the hem of her sweatshirt before she remembers that it actually belongs to Jimin, so she decides to keep it on.
It'll be a pain to explain and clean up, but Minjeong can't help herself. Humping her mommy's pillow is one of her favorite ways to get off — Minjeong always comes fast like this. Not only does the pillow smell strongly of her Jimin, but there's something so desperate and filthy about it.
Once she grabs the pillow, she climbs onto the bed, on all fours, and stuffs it between her thighs, gasping out a guttural moan as her now throbbing cunt brushes against the material, almost harsh against the sensitive skin.
That low rumble is there again, she can feel it, but she can barely pay it any attention when she begins to ride against the plush pillow, leaning forward until her face is buried in the bed. She inhales deeply, shuddering at the overwhelming scent of Jimin. It's almost as good as having her right there, but nothing truly compares to that.
With uneven thrusts, the puppy continues, drooling into the sheets as she rolls her hips. The sensation is too little and too much, all at once, Minjeong feels like she's losing her mind. Her cunt is leaking steadily, now, definitely staining Jimin's pillow, but she's too far gone to even feel guilty. Instead, the thought turns her on.
"Mommy, mommy– ungh– 's so good, please," she keens highly around the fabric of the duvet, one hand tugging the pillow closer, creating more friction. All she can focus on is her orgasm, getting closer by the second. The friction on her clit so good that she feels like she's about to come.
So good so that she doesn't hear Jimin coming home, and yelps in shock as her tail is yanked, before hands are on her hips, pulling her up and away from any stimulation.
"Bad puppy." Jimin says, voice almost a growl. Minjeong can feel her breath hitch against her chest at the sound.
"Mommy–?" Minjeong blinks as she looks back, sight blurry for a few seconds until she focuses on Jimin. She's wearing a light blue denim button up shirt that's rolled up at the sleeves, a pair of black oversized jeans pooling around her sock clad feet, clearly just through the front door.
Part of Minjeong thinks this could be part of her horny imagination, but the sharp pain when one of Jimin's hands comes down, hard, on her ass, is most definitely real. She doesn't even try to hide her moan at the action.
"Did you go into heat, kitten?"
Jimin's mocking words take a second to register, but when they do, Minjeong chokes out a sob, hips attempting to jerk forward, pussy throbbing painfully. Her tail begins to wag frenetically, whacking against Jimin's arms that are still holding her in place.
"'m not a kitten!" Minjeong manages to spit out, all high pitched and clearly affected.
"But you even have little kitten whiskers, baby." Jimin pouts, thumbing at the cheek that's not pressed against the bed. She whines, eyes fluttering closed as the shame courses through her. "Let Mommy take care of her pretty kitten, hm?"
Like a switch has been flipped in her mind, Minjeong goes limp, pliant, upper body collapsing against the bed, white tail slowing to a steady swish. Her knees are bent beneath her, spread wide, presented for her mommy.
Her fluffy ears twitch curiously as she hears Jimin rustle around the room, eyes still closed as she submits fully, waiting for whatever Jimin will do or instruct next. An interesting sound catches her interest – a tinkling sound. Her mind is fuzzy, so she doesn't realize what it is until Jimin is tugging her to sit up on her knees.
The first thing her gaze focuses on is the object in Jimin's hands.
It's a new ribbon, baby pink, with a little silver bell and matching clasp. Oh. A collar – a kitten collar.
Without a second thought, Minjeong tips her chin up, baring her pretty neck. "Please," she whimpers, tongue darting out to lick at her lips. She revels in the way Jimin's eyes darken further at the display of submission, and the shuddering deep breath she takes to centre herself.
Almost reverent with her touch, Jimin fastens the collar around the puppy's neck, gently arranging it until it sits perfectly, not too tight, but the pressure is still there. A reminder of how she belongs to Jimin.
"Aren't you just the prettiest kitten, baby?" Jimin coos, cupping Minjeong's face in her hands, pressing pecks across her face.
Minjeong scrunches her face, giggling at the ticklish sensation. For the first time, the desire outweighs her guilt, and she almost feels lightheaded with how much she wants.
"Mommy's pretty kitten.." Minjeong mumbles, blinking up at her, fluttering her long eyelashes sweetly. The innocent gesture earns a low groan from Jimin.
"Why don't you present yourself for Mommy again, kitty?"
Minjeong's tail is wagging at full force again as she gets on all fours, braced on her elbows, back arched so that her ass is in the air, ready for Jimin. The movement is shaking Minjeong's whole body, making the bell on her collar jingle lightly, and she can feel her wetness beginning to drip again between her legs.
"Pretty," Jimin comments, fingers trailing softly down the puppy's spine, from her neck down to where her tail is.
Minjeong shudders at the light touch, trying her best to stay still, like a good girl. Jimin's hand lingers over the nape of Minjeong's neck, over the back of the collar, just holding it there for a moment. Anticipation builds as Minjeong waits.
But then Jimin's hand retracts before she walks away completely. Minjeong pouts, whine building in her chest.
"Shh, be patient kitty."
Every time Jimin calls Minjeong any variation of that, it goes right to Minjeong's cunt. She's aching so bad, it's becoming more difficult to ignore, but she wants so badly to be a good kitten for her mommy.
The bed dips behind her, Jimin settling on her knees between the puppy's spread legs. Absentmindedly, Jimin runs a hand through the silky soft fur of Minjeong's tail. It makes Minjeong rumble deep in her chest, which in turn makes her even needier.
"So easy to make you purr, sweetheart." Jimin teases, tugging lightly on the puppy's tail.
"Mommy," Minjeong whines, but is still, letting Jimin toy with her.
After taking some time to alternate between massaging at Minjeong's thighs and ass, and running her fingers through her tail, Jimin finally reaches to the side to grab the bottle of lube she had retrieved.
Minjeong gasped when the lube is poured directly onto her center, Jimin's fingers spreading the cold gel over her folds gently.
It's so wet when Jimin slides a finger in, having coated her index finger liberally as well as the lube pooling around her hole. Though it's barely anything, being filled in any way has the puppy hybrid sighing, melting further into the mattress.
With murmured praises, she slowly fucks her finger into Minjeong, building up to two, three, and before Minjeong knows it, Jimin's pinky finger is prodding at her entrance.
"Please, Mommy, can take it– kitty can take it," Minjeong whines, slightly pushing back, trying to force the finger in alongside the other three. Her disobedience earns her a spank to the back of her thigh, and a disparaging tut.
"You'll take what Mommy gives you."
There's no room for argument in Jimin's tone, so Minjeong gets back into position.
And then finally, she slides four fingers into her, stretching her so full and nice that Minjeong lets out a drawn out moan. She fucks the puppy's cunt slowly, scissoring her fingers to stretch her out. It's excessive, but Jimin always likes to be careful with her puppy.
Minjeong's whole body is trembling severely, tail twitching, when Jimin withdraws her fingers and shuffles closer. There's the sound of Jimin's belt being removed, a zip being undone, and the obscene squelch of lube as Jimin lazily strokes her own cock.
"Meow for me."
The order comes as the head of Jimin's cock nudges against Minjeong's tight and wet entrance, enticing and almost giving her what she wants, what she needs. Minjeong makes a confused noise, looking back over her shoulder to Jimin.
Oh, she's being deadly serious, Minjeong thinks dumbly, mouth gaping open and closed. Humiliation makes tears sting in her eyes, but her pussy throbs despite this. Half-heartedly, just to get it over with, Minjeong says, "Meow." It's just the word, spoken, and not even close to the real thing.
Smack.
Minjeong jolts, bell on her collar ringing, at the slap on her ass, loud cry blending into a moan.
"Properly, kitten, or Mommy won't fuck you," Jimin tuts, holding Minjeong's hips so she can't move.
Desperate, Minjeong obeys immediately and meows. It's a high, strung out noise, and she clenches around nothing as she thinks – it really does sound like she's in heat.
"Good girl."
Before she can follow that train of thought, Jimin is driving her cock into her, right to the hilt, hips pressed against Minjeong's ass.
The puppy wails at the stretch, eyes rolling back as Jimin's cock impales her, mind blank as the pleasure crashes over her body.
After being on edge for so long, everything feels amplified, and Minjeong can't even find it in herself to be embarrassed at how pathetic she must sound and look as Jimin rocks her hips into her, deep and slow but hard. Every drag of Jimin's cock sends sparks flying behind Minjeong's eyes, rubbing her walls perfectly. It's like she was made to be fucked delirious by her mommy.
"You feel so good around me, kitten," Jimin grunts, as if she can read Minjeong's mind. The possessive words make Minjeong clench around Jimin's cock, a gush of slick dripping down her inner thighs, onto the bed.
Already, Minjeong feels like she's about to come. Jimin has barely began to fuck her, and she's close.
The force of Jimin's hips have the puppy sliding up the bed a little, bell on her collar jingling consistently — the knowledge that Jimin has been driven to such carelessness, such ruthlessness, makes Minjeong even needier.
This is the hardest she's ever been fucked, and it's brain-numbingly good. Every thought, every worry, is drowned out by the feeling of her mommy's cock, driving into her over and over, never fully pulling out.
Suddenly, Jimin pulls at her hips, tugging her up and angling Minjeong until she yells out, cock brushing against her special spot with every targeted thrust now.
"Nghh... ungh– gonna.. gonna–" She mewls.
"Cum for Mommy, kitten."
The tears gathered in her eyes begin to spill, as the puppy drools into the sheets, vision going white as she finally comes with a long high pitched whine.
Molten pleasure wracks her body as Jimin fucks her through her earth-shattering orgasm, until Minjeong hiccups, "Mommy, kitten– came.."
"Oh, puppy, you like being my sweet little kitten that much, baby?" Jimin croons, voice filled with utter amazement as she ignores Minjeong's words and reaches around to rub her clit, making her cry out.
"T- too much– Mommy, it's too much!" Minjeong sobs, hips stuttering, pulling out of Jimin's touch, but all that does is push her further back on Jimin's cock. Tears are flowing steadily down her red cheeks, and her thighs tremble from overstimulation.
Jimin starts to thrust hard into her puppy again, punching frenzied noises out of Minjeong with each calculated snap of her hips.
"I'll breed you, kitty, maybe that'll help your heat, hm? Mommy's cum?" Jimin almost sounds animalistic, growling as her movements become erratic, chasing her own high.
"Y- yes... yes Mommy, please." Minjeong sobs, desperate for it, despite the pain-turned-pleasure almost becoming too much for her. At this point, she needs Jimin's cum inside of her, even if it means she passes out.
God, maybe she is in heat – she's never felt this frenzied before, it's almost like an out of body experience.
It doesn't come to that, as Minjeong's walls clenching around Jimin spurs her on, along with the sight and sound of her, completely ruined.
"Ohhh, I'm cumming, baby."
Moaning loudly, Jimin fucks her thick cum into Minjeong, filling and satiating her with each spurt that paints her insides. The feeling of Jimin's warm cum filling her up makes Minjeong's vision turn white as she too, reaches her own high, slick coating her mommy's cock thoroughly.
Once Jimin thrusts slowly come to a stop, Minjeong collapses down onto the bed, wincing at the cool and tacky sensation of her own slick against her lower belly.
There's lube and cum everywhere, beneath Minjeong, on her tail, all over her inner thighs, and she's sure Jimin's work clothes are probably covered too.
"Fuck.." Jimin groans from behind her, and Minjeong can't help but pant hazily.
"Mommy," Minjeong whines softly, so worn out that her tail is limp against her back, "Made.. a mess." She says, clenching once more, making Jimin's cum slowly drip out of her spent hole onto the sheets below her.
"Sweetheart, please don't make me hard again." Jimin groans, eyes scrunching closed. They both laugh together at that, knowing they most definitely don't have the energy tonight.
"Are you okay, puppy? You're still shaking."
Oh, Minjeong didn't realize until Jimin had mentioned it.
"Felt so good," Minjeong sighs dreamily, head dropping down onto the bed tiredly. "Don't think puppy can move."
"I'll run a bath, puppy. I know you're tired, but you're a mess and you won't be able to sleep like this." Jimin admonishes, ignoring the puppy's grumbled noise of objection.
Jimin then gently removes the collar from Minjeong's neck, presses loving kisses to the skin where it had been sitting. She gently flips the puppy onto her back, away from the mess below her. Instinctively, Jimin's hands reach to spread Minjeong's legs wide open, thumbing at her still twitching pussy, eyes darkening slightly as she sees how much Minjeong had come.
"Good girl." Jimin coos.
They share a tender kiss for a long moment, enjoying the taste of each other, the glide of their lips together. Minjeong feels so content like this, feels like she's floating.
"I love you so much, sweetheart." Jimin pulls back, staring deeply into the puppy's dark round eyes.
"Love you too, Mommy." Minjeong replies, bottom lip wobbling as tears blur her vision.
"My crybaby," Jimin hushes, and leans down to capture her lips in another gentle kiss. "Mommy will be right back, okay?"
Minjeong's eyes flutter shut and she murmurs in agreement, already feeling her consciousness slipping. She knows, however, that Jimin will take care of her, so she lets herself drift, exhaustion overtaking her body.
She's barely present when she stirs awake as Jimin pulls her into her arms, takes her to the bathroom and places her in the bath. She's awake enough to register the hushed praises spilling from her mommy's lips, body tingling all over, soggy tail swaying in the water.
Minjeong feels so extremely warm as Jimin helps her into her favorite soft pajamas, and tucks her into bed – after she had cleaned the mess of course.
They tangle together under the sheets, slotting together like complementary puzzle pieces, two halves of a whole.
Minjeong falls asleep that night thinking about how much she wants to stay melted into Jimin's chest forever.