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“A WHAT?”

“A wolf hybrid,” Jongdae explains, taking a calm sip of his coffee. He glances over the rim of his mug briefly, but avoids eye contact. “They’re excellent at guarding the house.”

“They’re also literal predators!” Jongin exclaims, eyes wide, tail stock-still, fingers digging into the edge of the dining table. “Like, will tear you apart with nothing but their teeth and nails, predators! If you’re so worried about safety, why don’t you just get a security system? Or hire a guard?”

Jongdae sighs, exasperated, and sets his mug down. “Wolf hybrids are cheaper and more effective. And, besides, they’re people just like you and me. They want companions and are extremely loyal. It’ll be like having a brother.”

The catboy coughs violently on his own drink. “I never want to be related to a wolf! How could you even say that?” He clasps a hand over his heart and shakes his head. “A wolf as a brother! The horror!”

“Alright, alright, shut up drama queen,” Jongdae bops him on the nose and Jongin’s ear twitches. “Think of him as a friend then.”

Nose scrunching up, Jongin pouts, “So there’s really no changing your mind at all? No chance of talking you out of getting both our necks clawed open in our sleep? Hey, if you’re putting me in danger, does this qualify as hybrid abuse?”

Jongdae pinches one of his cheeks. “It’s perfectly safe to have a wolf hybrid in the home. He’s been thoroughly domesticated.”

Swatting Jongdae’s hand away, Jongin grumbles, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Seeing happens a week from then, when Jongdae returns home later than usual after work. Jongin is lounging in his bedroom, cozied up in an oversized sweater and knee high socks as he lazily sips at a cup of warmed milk through a silly straw. He’s between Disney movies when he hears the buzz of the front door unlocking and Jongdae’s muffled voice.

Jongin doesn’t bother getting up, figuring that Jongdae is on the phone and will go about his routine of showering and cooking dinner before calling out for him.

Instead, there’s a short knock at his bedroom door. “Jongin?”

“It’s open.”

Jongdae cracks open the door, peering around the corner. “Do you want to come meet the wolf hybrid?”

Jongin’s eyes bulge as he sits up from his reclined position. “Wait, you were actually serious? And he’s here? In our apartment? Blocking my only escape route?”

A roll of Jongdae’s eyes. “He’s not going to hurt you, but I can put him on a leash if it makes you feel better.”

“I would feel better not talking to him or seeing him or knowing of him ever . Thank you very much.”

“Jongin.” A warning.

“You have to promise to not let go of the leash.”

Once Jongin has been assured that Jongdae will, under no circumstances, release the leash, he comes out to meet the wolf hybrid.

The first thing that crosses Jongin’s mind is, He’s tall. The next is that he seems terribly mean, eyebrows arched into a permanent scowl, mouth downturned. He’s wearing a simple t-shirt and light-wash jeans and a black collar with an attached leash, held securely in Jongdae’s hand. His black wolf ears are hidden in his equally dark hair.

“Jongin, this is Sehun. Sehun, Jongin,” Jongdae introduces them, tiptoeing to pet an ear. Jongin nearly faints, half-expecting Jongdae’s hand to be bitten off.

But Sehun doesn’t move to claw Jongdae to shreds, so Jongin edges a bit closer, though still out of reach. His nose twitches as he gets a whiff of the woods on a winter night. It’s intoxicating and he almost wants to move closer, so he takes another step.

Before his foot can leave the floor, Jongin hears a low growl and yelps, jumping away. He looks to Jongdae to make sure that his owner still has a tight grip on the leash.

“He’s just trying to smell you,” Jongdae explains calmly. “Give him your hand.”

Give him my hand?? Jongin wonders if Jongdae has officially gone crazy. Does he want Jongin to lose a limb? Jongin should have brought his phone and kept the Hybrid Abuse and Recovery Department on speed-dial, but he’s an idiot who didn’t think that far.

Sehun holds out his own hand, then, palm upwards. Jongin stares at it for a second before taking a step forward again, closing more distance than before. If Jongdae doesn’t keep a hold on the leash, he will sue.

When he’s close enough, Jongin holds out his own hand, letting it rest in Sehun’s. Slowly, the wolf pulls his hand to his nose; Jongin remains poised to yank it away at any moment, trying not to flinch at the little exhales he feels against his fingers. Sehun’s eyes lift up to stare deeply into his as his tongue peeks out and gives a tiny, quick lick to Jongin’s hand.

Jongin yanks his hand away in panic and takes several, quick steps back. He turns vaguely in Jongdae’s direction, even though his eyes are glued to the wolfish (no pun intended) grin on the hybrid, and says, “My room is off-limits.”

With that, he bounds away to his sanctuary and locks the door shut.

Jongin kind of wishes Sehun could be kept on a leash 24/7. It’s terrifying to wake up after Jongdae has left for work because Jongin has no way of knowing where the wolf hybrid is lurking about. He ends up starving the first day, too terrified to open his door until Jongdae comes home and he sprints downstairs with a growling stomach. After that incident, he starts waking up earlier to prepare meals and collect snacks until Jongdae leaves.

The most interaction he has with Sehun is in the evening because Jongdae insists they eat “like a family.” Jongin never makes eye contact through dinner, always sitting close to an exit in case Sehun suddenly goes feral and tries to rip out their throats. When Jongdae goes to put on a movie for them to watch before bed, Jongin latches to his owner’s side and doesn’t let go. He sits on the opposite end of the couch, eyes constantly darting to Sehun’s figure, tail twitching. As soon as the end credits roll, Jongin books it back to his room and does not emerge till the next morning to repeat it all again.

But it’s starting to get a little ridiculous, Jongin thinks to himself as he slurps at a lukewarm stew and stares at a YouTube video he isn’t really watching. Jongdae has already left for the day and taken with him Jongin’s access to the rest of the house. It's a quickly cooling stew and an unhealthy serving of shrimp chips for Jongin today. He regrets not grabbing one of the muffins, freshly baked by Jongdae last night, but such is his life now.

Jongin sighs to himself at his pathetic behavior. He was once a proud cat hybrid! Part of his genealogy comes from wild cats: the cheetah, the tiger, the lion! How can he be pushed aside? Become a stranger in his own home? He can’t let a wolf get the better of him! He’s mostly human anyway! Jongin can throw a punch or two if he needs to!

With this firm resolve, Jongin stands, determined to go to the kitchen and get his rightfully-deserved muffin, so help him god! He marches to the door and swings it open, making his way to the kitchen and—

Jongin has to suppress a scream when he rounds the corner and sees Sehun in front of the open fridge, sans shirt, holding a tray of raw meat. Sehun looks up and their eyes meet and Jongin truly feels like prey, but he can’t move, can’t run back to the sanctuary of his room.

“You hungry?”

That… that’s not what Jongin had expected to hear. At most, the sounds of his bones getting crunched into. Maybe a scathing remark.

“I’m making steak burgers. I can make you one.”

Jongin’s stomach grumbles on cue and he feels the heat crawl up his face.

“Ah, s-sure,” he mumbles, feeling his tail relax from its stressed position. If the wolf is planning on eating actual food, he’ll be too busy to realize how tender and delicious Jongin’s flesh is.

He’s nearly lulled into a sense of security (though still cautious). But then, Sehun turns around and closes the fridge door and Jongin suddenly wants— oh so badly, wants — Sehun to know how tender and delicious he is because those. Are. Muscles. Lots of gorgeous, well-defined muscles. And while Jongin is beautifully sculpted (if he says so himself) Sehun is a different type of gorgeous. And it suddenly occurs to Jongin that Sehun might be one of those… alpha wolves .

Unwittingly, Jongin’s eyes dart downwards, before he realizes what he’s doing. Quickly, he brings his gaze back up, but now he’s looking at Sehun’s face and thinking, Was he always so handsome?

“Did you need anything from the kitchen?”

Ah, right. Muffins. Jongin reaches for the tin, careful to keep his distance with Sehun. Still, he can’t help but catch a hint of Sehun’s scent and let it wash over him. He sits at the kitchen island, stretching out his stiff limbs and watching Sehun cook as he nibbles at the muffin. When the wolf hybrid turns around again, he has two plates of food, one of which he sets in front of Jongin.

“Thank you,” Jongin remembers his manners before digging in. Sehun nods and eats his own while standing, completely silent.

When they’re finished, Sehun takes the dishes and begins washing them. Jongin figures it should be his cue to leave, to run back to the safety of his room, but he can’t find it in himself to leave. Sehun doesn’t seem to be giving off murderous vibes and Jongin is sick of staying holed up in his room. Not to mention, shirtless alpha doing the dishes . It’s a combination that would keep anyone glued to their seat.

“I was going to watch some TV. Do you want to join me?” Sehun asks once he’s set the dishes on the drying rack and removed his gloves.

No, is what Jongin should say. But he’s a curious cat. He gives a small nod instead, leaping off his chair as Sehun rounds the counter and makes his way to the living room. Jongin follows, tail swishing as he watches Sehun relax into the couch cushions and grab the remote.

“You ate enough, right?” Jongin questions as he perches on one of the armrests.

The corner of Sehun’s lips quirks, but his eyes don’t leave the television as he flicks through channels. “I’m not going to eat you, kitty. Wolf hybrids aren’t dangerous.”

Jongin sputters, “I know that! I’m not scared of—! As someone who has lived in this house longer than you, I just want to be a gracious host!”

The smile gets wider as Sehun turns away from the screen to look at him with a glint in his eye. “Then prove it. Come sit next to me.”

Jongin’s nose twitches at the challenge, even as every cell in his body tries to convince him to run back up to the safety of his room. Instead, he recalls his ancestors and slides off the arm rest, crawling closer to the wolf hybrid. He settles once they’re arms are touching. “I told you I’m not sca—!”

All of a sudden, Sehun growls, baring his teeth. Jongin yelps and jumps backwards immediately, tail stiffening just as the other hybrid starts laughing.

“Uh huh. Definitely not scared.”

Then, he grabs Jongin’s ankle and drags a whining cat hybrid back next to him. Once Jongin is pulled into his side, he ruffles Jongin’s hair. “Funnily enough, since I’m mostly human, eating other human— and mostly human— beings is still considered cannibalism. I’d rather cuddle you than eat you, kitty.”

Jongin is too shocked to move after that, frozen-still as he and Sehun continue watching a TV show that Jongin is completely unfamiliar with. He can only seem to focus on the hard line of Sehun’s body next to him, the way one of his hands had landed on Sehun’s abdomen in an attempt to steady himself, and hadn’t shifted away. Sehun doesn’t seem to mind the touch either, his own hand comfortably resting on Jongin’s hip. The other fiddles with his ears, causing Jongin to twitch, but he doesn’t move. His instincts aren’t screaming at him anymore… not when Sehun’s scent has draped so comfortingly over him. This close, his body heat seeps into Jongin’s clothes and skin, like a warm fire on a winter day.

When Jongdae comes home, he’s greeted by the sight of his two pets lounging on the couch. Immediately, a teasing grin spreads across their owner’s face as he makes eye contact with Jongin, “I told you he wasn’t scary.”

That’s all it takes for Jongin to break out of whatever spell Sehun must have cast on him. He leaps out of Sehun’s arms, as if realizing how hot fire is. “H-he coerced me!”

Jongdae only raises an eyebrow in amusement. “Whatever the case, dinner is in an hour. Can I coerce you into setting the table so I can shower?”

Jongin’s face crumples, but he quickly sets out the utensils, making sure to keep a five foot distance with Sehun at all times. The intoxicating scent still wafts over from time to time, especially when the wolf wanders in front of the aircon, and Jongin half-wishes he had invested in nose plugs.

Somehow, Sehun is still in their house as summer draws to a close and settles into fall. Jongin isn’t so much terrified of the wolf mauling him anymore, but he still doesn’t like Sehun. There’s something about the way he swaggers about the house, like he’s been living there longer than Jongin. He hogs the television, the food, even Jongin’s bathroom once, because Jongdae had been showering in the one they normally share. Jongin had allowed Sehun to use it, only because he didn’t want him to pee somewhere in the house, further marking it with his scent.

His scent. That’s really where all problems start for Jongin. Because, despite how much he wants to stay away from Sehun, wants to be left alone , that scent draws him in like it’s nothing. One second, he’ll be peacefully lounging in his room. The next, he finds himself in the living room, trying to disguise reverent inhales of the cushions Sehun usually lounges on as breathing problems, when questioned.

It’s one such day, when Jongin is holding one of the throw pillows— one Sehun coddles often while watching TV— that said wolf hybrid asks him what he’s up to. It also just so happens to be an unusually hot day for fall, and Jongdae refuses to let them turn on the AC because of the insane electric bill from summer.

That’s all to say that Jongin is already irritated, and Sehun’s question is the cherry on top.

“I don’t have to explain what I’m doing in my own home,” Jongin snarls, sharp canines bared threateningly at the wolf. His inner kitten tells him that he shouldn’t provoke a wolf, but Sehun had started it first. “This isn’t your home . It’s mine and Jongdae’s home. You’re here for now, but once Jongdae knows how… how terrible you are, he’ll throw you out!”

Sehun looks a little shocked at first, and it sends a shiver that’s equally pleased and terrified down Jongin’s spine to the end of his tail. But then, the wolf hybrid is laughing and taking a seat next to Jongin, pulling the surprised kitten into his arms and nuzzling his cheek, much to Jongin’s dismay.

“Get… off!” Jongin tries to growl, but it comes as a pitiful whimper when the strong scent hits his nose. He extends his claws and tries to scratch Sehun, but little red lines don’t seem to phase the wolf.

“Did you think I was trying to steal your owner from you, kitty? Because I promise that’s not the case, at all.”

Jongin pouts and continues his efforts to turn Sehun’s arm into a scratching post. That’s not what he’s worried about at all. Jongdae used to have a dog hybrid, but he had been mated and wanted to settle down, independent of humans. Jongin had never been jealous of him. And he’s not jealous of Sehun. Just irritated.

“You’re annoying,” Jongin states with something less than confidence. It’s hard to have conviction when you’re wriggling in someone’s lap. “You take up too much space and act like the world is yours just because you’re a big bad wolf. Well, guess what? I’m no little piggy whose house will blow down! I’m a cat! And I—”

Jongin’s speech gets caught in his throat, suddenly, eyes blown wide and stock still. Because in his futile attempts to escape, he had wriggled into a spot where he could feel… something. Of course, Jongin knows exactly what it is. Sehun probably feels it too.

Jongin doesn’t even notice Sehun’s hands releasing him, his mind hazing over as he processes what’s under his ass.

Suddenly, a deep voice murmurs, right into his ear, “What will you do, kitty?”

For what feels like the millionth time since Sehun had arrived, Jongin books it to his room and locks the door and vows to never come out. For real this time.

As an owner, Jongdae has always taken care of Jongin very well. Which says a lot, considering that he never actually adopted him. The cat hybrid had actually been his grandparents’, having been raised by the elderly couple for seven years, before being handed down to Jongdae after they’d passed.

But Jongdae has always doted on Jongin like his own pet; he makes sure the hybrid eats, sleeps, goes to the bathroom, stays entertained and comfortable. Barring the incidents regarding one wolf hybrid, Jongin is a healthy and happy kitten. And, as such, he is subject to the biological needs of a healthy and happy kitten.

Heat.

The most draining, frustrating part of Jongin’s biology is that every six months or so, he’s hit with a pang of unrelenting heat. It’s not as often as regular cats, which is probably something to be grateful for, but it doesn’t stop them from being uncomfortable, often terrifying situations. And, while Jongdae is a wonderful owner, he had always refused to help with Jongin’s heats. Of course, he would provide water and food and anything Jongin could ever ask for, but he draws the line at helping Jongin out sexually, for consent reasons.

And honestly, Jongin doesn’t blame him. He doesn’t think a regular human could keep up with his heat cycles anyway; his toys barely can. He’d broken a silicon dildo once, having ridden it with such force and anguish that the cheap tip broke off inside of him. It had been embarrassing to call Jongdae in after the bout of heat had passed and ask him if they could go to the hospital to get it out.

The point is that heats are the worst . And Jongin and Jongdae have a meticulously organized calendar to keep track of them to help them prepare for the inevitable uncomfortableness. A notification appears on each of their phones at least a week before the predicted date, which gives them plenty of time to start watching for pre-heat symptoms.

But really, none of this should be a problem because Jongin’s last heat was just four months ago, a few weeks before they had discussed getting a wolf hybrid.

It should not be a problem.

And yet…

It’s fall, so it’s starting to get chilly. Jongin doesn’t think it’s so strange for him to be craving some extra warmth as he grabs the throw blanket off the couch to bring up to his room. He glances at the decorative pillows as well and decides he might as well pick them up too, even though his bed is already stacked with his own pillows. He stops in the hallway as well, dragging spare blankets out of the storage closet and tossing them onto the growing pile precariously balanced in his arms.

And, because it’s fall and he wants to keep his tummy warm and full, he eats as much as he can as well. Soup, chips, candy, chicken nuggets, pasta, hot chocolate, tea. He cooks and eats and snacks and drinks and cooks again until he has half a feast in his belly and the other half in his room for later. He nibbles constantly, absently rubbing at his full stomach even as he craves more.

“Slow down,” Sehun warns as he watches Jongin shovel food into his mouth without taking a second to breathe at the dining table. “You’re going to choke.”

Jongin takes a second to grunt out, “Don’t tell me what to do,” before going right back to eating.

Sehun gives him a curious look, but shuts his mouth. The silence doesn’t last for much longer, however, as Jongin polishes off his plate with his sandpapery tongue. He fidgets as he washes the dishes, eager to get back to the warmth of his bed, when Sehun speaks again.

“Are you going into heat?”

Jongin looks up from where he’s setting the dishes in the drying rack with a confused expression. “Huh? No?” His calendar still says he has at least two months until the next one.

Suddenly, Sehun is standing up and edging closer to him. Before Jongin has time to process what he’s doing, Sehun’s nose is buried in the crook of Jongin’s neck. It sends a strange shiver through the cat hybrid’s body and he jerks away, sending soapy water flying.

“What the fuck?”

Sehun's nose twitches. “You smell like you’re gonna go into heat, kitten.”

The nickname does nothing to quell the lightning bolts that spark through Jongin’s lower belly. His tail snaps protectively. Sehun sniffs the air again subconsciously and his expression changes incrementally, though he’s still completely unreadable to Jongin.

“How long have you been nesting?”

“I haven’t—”

“All the spare comforters are gone. And the pillows on the couch.”

“It’s been cold,” Jongin whines defensively, closing in on himself.

The wolf hybrid raises an eyebrow in disbelief. “No one needs that much bedding, kitten.”

Jongin’s belly clenches again and he makes a pained expression. “Stop,” he mewls, wet hands wrapping around himself in a futile attempt to quell the sensation.

“Stop?”

“Stop calling me kitten,” Jongin whimpers, waves of humiliation cascading over him as the waves in his abdomen spread through his body. His knees tremble but he doesn’t fall, caught between Sehun and the sink. Part of him knows that Sehun isn’t trying to be mean, but god does it feel like it.

And with Sehun comes his scent . That wonderful combination of woodsy and warm and— very faintly , but Jongin can smell it this close— a hint of jasmine.

A strangled noise leaves Jongin’s throat as he releases a heavy exhale, and his eyes widen in panic as he feels the slightest bit of wetness between his legs.

Fight or flight kicks in and Jongin roughly elbows Sehun away, barely hearing Sehun call out his name as Jongin scurries up the stairs and locks himself in his room.

“No, no, no,” Jongin whimpers to himself once he’s safely behind the door, shucking off his sweatpants and underwear and climbing up onto the bed. Propped up on his knees and pressing his face against the mattress, one of his trembling hands reaches between his legs as he sniffles.

Wet. He’s fucking wet.

Jongin cries, even as he slips a finger inside and his body shudders in both satisfaction and frustration. It’s only pre-heat because there’s no terrifying, all-consuming desire to get fucked silly yet, but his body still craves something for temporary relief. (And if Sehun’s face pops up behind his eyes, Jongin pretends to not register it.) He teases himself, pulling out to circle the rim and then press in harder until he feels himself stretch out just the tiniest bit, enough excuse to cram another finger in and wail at the sudden width.

Mouth slack, spit dribbles from his lips and pools beneath his cheek where it’s pressed into the mattress. His knee slips as he tries to readjust, to get his fingers in a little deeper where they’ll be a comforting solidity to his clenching hole. The incident causes his chest to rub against the mattress, nipples sensitive against silk sheets so that he releases a heavy sigh and his eyes drift shut.

This… this is okay for now. Face down. Ass up. And two fingers shoved in him with no purpose but to keep himself calm.

So, he’s going to have an early heat. It happens all the time. To lots of cats. For tons of reasons. No need to stress. In fact, he can stress less than usual because there’s an alph—

No . Jongin shuts down that line of thinking before he can go too far down. He can stress less than usual because Jongdae bought him some new toys. Some very good new toys. Jongin thinks he should try to retrieve one of them so he doesn’t have to keep stretching back to keep his hole stuffed. So he doesn’t have to ask a certain wolf hybrid to come in and help him. Because Jongin is an independent cat hybrid. Who only really needs Jongdae to spoil him rotten, and never in the heat department.

Oh , Jongin laments, as his traitorous, heat-influenced mind whirls. But his toys are so far away. All the way across the room in his dresser drawer! If only there were someone around to retrieve it for him… but Jongdae would still be at work for a few more hours. Someone… some…

Jongin mewls and twists his face into the sheets, stifling his call of Sehun’s name. His cheeks burn. How can he be this shameless? What kind of catboy would he be if he let some cocky werewolf fuck him through his heat?

A very happy one , the devil on Jongin’s shoulder supplies, just as he rolls his hips back onto his fingers, wishing there were just a little more . He doesn’t know if the resulting eye roll is from the pleasure, or his exasperation towards his own subconscious.

Warmth starts to spread over Jongin’s trembling body, uncaring of his indecisive mind. Slick escapes as he stretches himself looser. Jongin withdraws his fingers to spread the wetness all over his barely gaping hole, circling the rim before pushing back in.

A quiet moan escapes his lips. Fuck. He really needs something bigger.

As he mindlessly rocks back onto his fingers, Jongin ponders. Sehun hasn’t killed them yet, so he must know something about societal norms. He won’t attack a… vulnerable… flexible… sexy little catboy, just because said catboy is going into pre-heat, right? Jongin will just… call out to Sehun. Ask him to fetch some toys. And then very nicely ask him to leave (with which he will comply because he is part animal but— more importantly— part human).

And with full confidence that this will end well, happily ever after (depending on your definition), Jongin calls out Sehun’s name.

Well… “call” is perhaps too generous. Jongin doesn’t even realize when his voice became so whiny, so sugary sweet, so breathy, like he’s asking to be…

He’s only ever spoken to Sehun callously thus far, but he cries out like… well, like a bitch in heat.

“SEHUN!” His voice breaks, and rather than being embarrassed about that, he’s more worried that Sehun didn’t hear. (Or worse, that he did hear but didn’t recognize that Jongin was calling for him .)

But Jongin doesn’t have to worry long. In fact, he doesn’t have to wait at all. There’s a heavy bang at his door, like someone’s hand slamming on it— like someone who had been waiting outside and listening with flushed cheeks and clenched fists, only to hear their name wailed by a desperate catboy— and then a low, low, low growl.

“Kitten.”

Jongin whimpers, vision going hazy around the edges as he stares at the white door. He wonders how long Sehun had been standing there. If he had been listening to Jongin’s pretty, pathetic whimpers. He wonders how much longer before Sehun loses his patience. Before he rips the door off its hinges and takes —

A sharp tingle goes up Jongin’s spine and he bites into the sheets and closes his eyes. Fuck. Fuck . He’s holding onto his conscience by a thread as it is. He needs to ask Sehun now, before he becomes too weak.

“I… I need my toys. But I c-can’t reach,” Jongin hiccups around the fabric in his mouth. He must sound slurred, like the pre-heat’s already caught up to him. “C-can you help?”

“The door is locked,” Sehun responds, strangely monotone.

Right. Jongin had locked the door. He thinks there are keys somewhere in the house, but by the time Sehun can find them, they’ll be rendered useless. Same thing with picking the lock.

An image of Sehun breaking down the door flashes across Jongin’s eyes again and he clenches down on his fingers and moans in response. Startlingly loud.

There is a long silence. Jongin can only imagine what is happening on the other side of the door. And the longer the silence persists, the more wild his imagination gets.

The sound of splintering wood wrenches Jongin from his fantasies. He yelps when Sehun’s hand punches clean through the door, throwing his sheets around him in a last ditch effort to maintain modesty.

It’s somehow more destructive than his fantasy. Jongin watches with wide eyes as Sehun’s hand reaches through the hole it made to calmly unlock the door, in such startling contrast with the broken wood and scratches on his knuckles and dripping blood. When the door swings open and brings Sehun’s warm, comforting scent with it, Jongin has to fight off the urge to release any more embarrassing noises.

The wolf hybrid looks deathly calm, even as he takes in Jongin’s form and a storm rages behind his eyes.

Jongin has the presence of mind to remember his manners, and that Sehun’s knuckles are scraped up. “Are you o—?”

“Where are your toys, kitten.”

Jongin still finds it in himself to give Sehun a withering look, even as his belly clenches in excitement. Another wave of slick drips out of him and Jongin wraps the sheets more tightly around himself despite the sheen of sweat on his back that causes them to stick to him.

It’s almost laughable that he thought that would be able to prevent Sehun’s nostrils from flaring as he inhales and gets bombarded with Jongin’s scent. Sehun’s hand twitches by his side and he looks away, searching the room instead.

“Dresser drawer?”

How does he—

Jongin doesn’t get to finish his thought, because Sehun is now pawing through the drawer, holding up random toys. “This one? Or the pink one? Or this one?”

Jongin gasps indignantly. How can he just—?

Well, at least he’s here. And trying to be efficient about it.

Slow him down , his traitorous brain urges.

“There should be a blue jelly one,” Jongin instructs, ignoring the unsolicited advice from his subconscious. “And some lube.”

Sehun digs around roughly; Jongin hears the rattling of his toys and winces, wanting to ask him to be a bit more gentle, but he doubts Sehun will listen.

“You have a lot of plugs,” Sehun says out of nowhere, sounding frustrated.

Jongin looks up and is mesmerized by the slope of Sehun’s broad shoulders and back as he leans over the drawer. “Uh… huh…”

More rustling. “Surprised I haven’t seen you wear one yet.”

Jongin licks wetly over his lips as his eyes trace over Sehun’s waist, hips, legs. God, what a specimen. Sturdy, but strangely soft. He nearly misses what Sehun says, but a slightly less hazy part of his brain remembers that he should maybe try to reply in some capacity.

“Cuz you’ve never taken off my pants,” he mumbles. Jongin has worn plugs around the house outside of his heat, usually on weekends. He likes having it in for comfort, like a dirtier, more fun version of a pacifier. Especially after he’s had some fun with his toys and doesn’t want to go back to being empty yet. “If you took them off, you’d see them.”

A short pause. “You’d let me see?”

Suddenly, Sehun is standing again, blue jelly dildo in one hand, lube in the other. And finally, Jongin sees his expression up close. The fire burning behind his dilated pupils. The tick in his jaw and purse of his lips as he stares Jongin down. The kitten can’t do anything but cower under the disapproving gaze.

“Answer me.”

“ Yes ,” Jongin gasps out in the same breath, barely intelligible for plausible deniability, of course. His eyes clench shut so he doesn’t have to face Sehun with red cheeks. A persistent silence weighs down on them before Jongin realizes that Sehun isn’t going to say anything. He’s waiting. Waiting as long as it takes for Jongin to realize what he’s supposed to do. For the humiliation to set in. For Jongin to back up his words.

Slowly, temptingly so, Jongin reaches for one corner of the sheets, tucked under his arm. He watches Sehun watch him: tracking Jongin’s mischievous hand as he painstakingly peels the sheets away from his sweat-dampened body. He watches Sehun’s nostrils flare as more of Jongin’s scent diffuses through the air, until Jongin is spread bare on the sheets, chocolate brown ears twitching and tail sliding mesmerizingly over the fabric under him. His cock is hard against his stomach, messily wet at the tip, but it doesn’t hold a candle to the spreading circle of soaked bedding under him.

The kitten doesn’t even realize that he’s biting his lips in anticipation until Sehun releases a shuddering sigh. His gaze roaming over the length of Jongin, from his lithe legs twisting in the sheets, to his tiny little waist, to his dusky, aroused nipples, and up to a heat-stricken face.

“Your body…”

“My body,” Jongin agrees, lips parted, teasing as he trails a hand up his chest and neck and then buries it in his hair. His groan is entirely accidental.

The poor jelly dildo looks like it might actually explode in Sehun’s grip, as he closes his eyes and tries to take a calming breath. But Jongin’s scent is everywhere . A furrow works its way between his sharp brows, and if Jongin gets wetter, he won’t admit it after this.

But when Sehun’s eyes open again, Jongin can’t deny it. He whimpers as a fresh wave of arousal cascades over him and drips heavily into the bedding. Sehun looks so dangerous, leering over him with narrowed eyes. The hard slant of his brows is mimicked by the way his wolf ears prick forward. Jongin is busy marvelling over the way his jaw tics when Sehun speaks.

“Your body… is so lewd .”

Jongin’s eyes clench shut and he cries out like a newborn kitten. Yes. Yes. His body is so lewd, spread out so willingly in front of a wolf like this. Like he’s asking for it. Begging for it . He doesn’t care. For his safety or his morals or himself. Sehun could kill him right now and Jongin would say thank you. Alternatively, he could pull Jongin up by the hair and show him how well kittens are supposed to cum during their pre-heats.

“You don’t even need the lube, do you?” No. No, he doesn’t. Why had Jongin even asked for lube? “You just wanted me to stay here a little longer, didn’t you?” Yes, that’s right. Jongin had been so desperate to get him to stay. “Wanted me to smell you until I couldn’t control myself?” Only so Alpha could take, take, ta—

There’s a muffled, floppy sound and the sensation of something falling next to him. Jongin’s eyes shoot open to see the jelly dildo bouncing on the mattress beside him, looking incredibly innocent, despite the situation. His eyes dart up to Sehun’s, only to meet his broad back.

“I’m going for a walk until Jongdae gets back. The house is yours to take care of yourself.”

Huh? Jongin’s hazy brain clears up for a moment. No… no… this isn’t supposed to be how this happens. Sehun was supposed to… supposed to…

“Help,” Jongin hiccups, as tears well up in his eyes. He releases more of his scent into the air, uncaring and unembarrassed. Some part of his brain is insisting that he needs to do whatever he can to keep the wolf in the room, so he pulls out all the stops: rolling over, allowing his spine to curve into a more graceful arch that boasts his flexibility, licking over his bite-swollen lips, and swaying his tail from side to side like he’s trying to hypnotize Sehun. “J-just help me put it in, please. I… I’m so tired. But I need… please , just for a little bit, I promise . Sehunnie can do it, right? Sehunnie will help this little kitten, yeah?”

Sehun pauses, and Jongin nearly cheers in relief, but he does not turn back to face the desperate catboy. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Jongin,” he intones instead. “Just days ago you hated my guts; this is your heat speaking.”

“Pre-heat,” Jongin corrects quickly, tail flicking to keep himself balanced while he deepens the arch. One hand slides back between his legs to brush over his cock— the pad of his forefinger circling around the head for just the barest moment— and then moves on to press the precum-slicked digit between his damp cheeks again. He rubs over the dripping hole and keens, high-pitched, in the back of his throat. “All you need to do is help me put it— ahhh— in. Even my enemy wouldn’t let me suffer like this, would he?”

While Jongin is engrossed in playing with himself, he hardly notices that Sehun had turned back around, only to bear witness to the erotic cat hybrid’s actions. If the sounds and scent of Jongin had not already riled him up, the sight of his raunchy display is enough, alone. It almost seems cruel to leave now, when Jongin is so clearly suffering. But Sehun knows better than to touch without explicit permission. He wouldn’t… he can’t…

“Sehun, please,” Jongin begs, as one finger slides in and out, in and out. Over and over again. And the wolf boy is hypnotized for sure now, eyes starting to glow red as they latch onto the sight. God, it’s like there’s no resistance there. Like Jongin is just open and ready and wanting and—

Sehun breaks. He leaps onto the bed, causing Jongin to wail in satisfaction and withdraw his finger so he can spread himself open to the wolf instead. Sehun nearly chokes on an inhale as he finally catches sight of that wrinkled little brown hole, soaked by Jongin’s slick and slightly stretched by one finger. He can just barely see the velvety, pinkish red insides as Jongin hiccups and his hole dilates and contracts quickly, juices dripping onto the mattress.

“Fuck,” Sehun breathes out reverently. He reaches for the dildo and settles more comfortably behind Jongin, eyes never straying from the vulgar sight in front of him. “Kitten…”

Jongin absolutely purrs at that, body stretching in pleasure. The vibrations travel all the way up from his chest into his brain, erasing everything but a feeling of pure content. Sehun is here. Sehun is going to help him. Sehun is going to take care of him, and Jongin just has to keep his hips up for it. And he is excellent at keeping his hips up.

“Hnng!” Jongin keens high in his throat, eyes rolling back. His body jerks and he nearly collapses as Sehun slides the dildo into him in one breath-stealing push. All seven inches sink between his cheeks, spearing him open. His jaw drops and drool dribbles out of the corner of his mouth as Sehun adjusts on the bed and jostles the toy. “Ah!”

“Shh,” Sehun soothes, petting one large palm over Jongin’s left ass cheek. The thumb stretches up to stroke at the base of Jongin’s tail where it connects to his tailbone, and the catboy shudders violently, overwhelmed.

“Is this okay?”

Okay? Okay? It’s fucking amazing is what it is. The fullness, the repetitive motion on his sensitive insides, the scent of Sehun’s wolf growing with each moment as his eyes remain glued to the sight in front of him. The way it spreads to every corner of the room, through Jongin’s body, like Sehun is invading his space in every way. And when Jongin catches a whiff of his own scent just under Sehun’s, he can’t help the purr of satisfaction that escapes him. 

“Just push it in a little more and… oh… oh yeah… and then out… ahh! Angle it just a lit—” Jongin’s request is cut off as Sehun alters the angle mid-thrust and slides the dildo over his sweet spot. The cat boy loses himself to the friction on his sensitive rim as his prostate is stimulated over and over again, without mercy. His mouth drops open into a needy whine and his eyes roll back in utter ecstasy. It’s so good that he can’t help but to start pushing back, intensifying the impact over his prostate. The shift in pace causes slick to splatter messily on his thighs and the bed with every push in, filthy sounds echoing around the room. Jongin barely registers the string of yesyesyes please oh god! leaving his lips as he greedily takes whatever he can get.

Sehun, bless his selfless heart, gives as much as he can. He fucks the toy in at a breakneck speed, hyperfocused on how Jongin swallows it all up. How the tiny, slick rim of his hole opens and stretches so easily around the blue jelly, takes it all the way to the base, and then contracts as he pulls off, only to fuck himself back onto it. At one point, Sehun doesn’t even have to move his arm anymore, watching as Jongin does all the work, fucks the dildo like it’s the last cock he’ll ever take.

“So needy,” Sehun murmurs to himself, but Jongin must catch it because he slams his hips down extra hard and wails. Hands scrabble and curl into the sheets; an overwhelmed Jongin pushes as far back as he can and mewls several times as a familiar pressure builds in his lower abdomen.

“Cum… gonna cum…” he warns breathlessly. His eyes slowly losing focus and tongue lolling out.

“Then do it.”

It’s so casually authoritative that Jongin cannot help the strangled cry that leaves his lips. “Oh… oh… oh fu—” Jongin buries his face into the sheets and sobs as the building sensation in his lower body finally peaks. Waves of pleasure wrack his barely conscious body and he shivers against the sheets as he comes down, still jerkily fucking himself on the dildo that Sehun dutifully holds in place for him. “Yes… uh— please… th-thank you oh… thank you…” His gratitude is interspersed with mindless sounds like half-formed words that his brain is trying to convey despite the sudden surge of hormones and pleasure.

His situation isn’t helped by the fact that he can smell Sehun’s own arousal through the haze, and can hear the rumbling in Sehun’s chest as he watches the scene in front of him.

“Mo’,” Jongin mumbles subconsciously, still not quite out of the throws of his orgasm. And definitely not out of his heat. Or pre-heat. He doesn’t know what the difference is at this point. But what he does know is that Sehun is still here. And that, as long as he is here, he will take care of Jongin.

“Hm?”

Jongin shivers; he’s sensitive to the point that he can almost feel the reverberation of Sehun’s voice against his skin. “Mo’, p-pweez.” God, he can’t even speak right. But with his face pressed into the bed and a slow, deep satisfaction settling into his bones, it’s hardly his fault.

Fortunately (or perhaps, unfortunately) he snaps out of it pretty quickly when Sehun removes the dildo and goes incredibly silent. Jongin forces his orgasm-exhausted body to turn (more like, lazily roll over) to catch Sehun’s eye.

“Wha- why’dya stop?”

Sehun looks anywhere but at Jongin, gaze steely and body stiff. “You shouldn’t overexert yourself during pre-heat, especially when you haven’t even started the worst of it. Drink water and take a nap. And eat something when you wake up.”

After so casually using his alpha wolf voice, he gets off the bed, straightening out his clothes, and makes his way to the door. He pauses when he sees the hole in the door. “I’ll take care of this, so don’t stress about it.”

But Jongin is worrying about the door, and not even for the obvious reason. No, he’s worrying because Sehun has just disappeared behind it, his footsteps walking down the hallway leaving Jongin alone . He wants to chase after the wolf, call out for him again, but the lethargy won’t let him. He can’t even muster a whimper.

All he can do is pull the comforter around himself, warmth curling up his belly when he gets the slightest bit of Sehun’s scent from it, and drift off into a dreamless sleep.

Jongdae is not as mad about the door as Jongin had expected. Though no one could really be mad when Sehun apologizes with such sincerity and guilt in his eyes, giving a whole new meaning to “puppy dog eyes”. Jongin watches— when his pre-heat allows him a brief moment of respite— as Jongdae simply pets over Sehun’s ear and comforts the distraught wolf who is promising to fix the door himself.

“Shh,” Jongdae calms. “Don’t worry; Jongin can use my room during his heat and I’ll sleep in his room. I’ll call someone about the door.”

And so, Jongin finds himself reluctantly dragging his nest across the hallway. As much as he hates not being in the comfort of his own room, he knows that his scent will suffocate the house if he doesn’t move.

For the greater good and all.

Jongdae makes it up to him by giving him lots of scratches behind his ears and under his chin, doting extra hard on the cat hybrid to reduce his anxiety as his heat approaches. And Jongin cannot help but think for the umpteenth time that he is so lucky to have someone as kind as him as an owner.

But as soon as Jongdae leaves for work, Jongin loses the pitiful kitten act.

Well, it’s not entirely an act , but he isn’t as helpless as he makes himself out to be. Because when Jongdae is gone, Jongin struts around the house, wearing the skimpiest pieces in his closet and allowing his scent to soak into every corner anyway. His preheat and the presence of the wolf have made him utterly shameless . He can’t even pretend to hate the other hybrid when his body wants so viscerally.

The next time Sehun is in the same room as him, the wolf stiffens. He keeps his eyes glued to the stove, but Jongin catches him looking when Jongin bends over as he peers into the fridge. He doesn’t even need anything, but he knows these briefs make his ass look good. When he stands up straight again, he makes sure to do it slowly and to “hmph!” as whiny as he can.

“No milk?” he laments, catching Sehun’s eyes before he can look away and go back to ignoring him.

Sehun is holding the milk carton— duh , Jongin knew that before he waltzed into the kitchen— and looking like a deer caught in headlights. Jongin does not break eye contact as he reaches across Sehun’s front to grab the milk, making sure he just barely brushes against the wolf’s abdomen and that he allows some of his scent to drift. His lips fall open as he waterfalls a line of creamy goodness into his mouth, the tiniest drops dripping from his lips when he’s done and sliding down his chin and onto his bare chest.

“Ahh~ nothing like a mouthful of milk, huh?” he grins innocently, then looks down at himself. “Oh, I’ve made a mess!”

It feels like the tables have turned completely in his favor when he drags his fingers over his skin, gathering the droplets and lapping them up while maintaining eye contact. Sehun flushes a brilliant red and tries to look anywhere else, but his treacherous eyes keep leading him back to Jongin. And for the first time since the wolf has come into their house, Jongin feels like he has the upper hand. That he can make Sehun squirm and blush just as much as Sehun made him.

Unfortunately, he also seems to have a resolve made of steel, because he simply takes the carton back and continues making his bowl of cereal while Jongin watches with his fingers still in his mouth.

“Do you want to—”

“Nope.”

Jongin pouts. He hadn’t even made his proposition, and doesn’t get a chance to clarify before Sehun books it out of the kitchen. Leaning against the counter, Jongin watches him go. He huffs when he hears the bedroom door click shut and turns around to wash the stickiness off his chest.

At least he’s not the one doing the running anymore.

The next time Jongin is able to leave his sanctuary (which feels more like a hellscape when he knows satisfaction is just around the corner) he finds Sehun in the living room reading a book. He’s comfortably reclined, feet kicked up, a glass of iced coffee and plate of snacks resting within arm’s reach; the picture of relaxation.

But as soon as Jongin appears around the corner, his wolf ears and nose twitch and his whole body goes tense.

“Jongin,” he greets, voice strained. “Shouldn’t you be inside?”
The cat boy slinks closer, shrugging nonchalantly. “I was getting kind of bored. You know the horny part of pre-heat is only like… 20% of it, right? I need to do something to fill the other 80.”

Sehun eyes him, unconvinced, but quietly returns to his book. The tension does not drain from his shoulders.

Perfect.

He goes to the kitchen first, not because he needs anything, but because he has to use the element of surprise to his advantage. He putters around for a bit, opening and closing random cabinets to make noise. Then, when he can smell Sehun calm down a bit, he turns on the kettle to mask the sound of his footsteps as he approaches the couch. He crawls over the back of the furniture, elegantly sliding onto the cushion next to Sehun and purring low in his throat to calm the wolf before he can jump in surprise.

“I’m making some more coffee if you need a refill?” He poses it as an innocent question, blinking with wide eyes and pouty lips.

Jongin doesn’t miss the way Sehun’s hand jerks a little, almost coming up to cover his mouth and nose. Instead, he redirects to scratching his shoulder, eyes darting towards his quickly emptying glass. “Uh, yeah, I guess.”

“Great,” and Jongin can’t help the grin that spreads across his face as he deliberately leans over Sehun’s lap with false intentions of grabbing the glass. In turn, he watches the abject terror spread across the wolf’s face as Jongin puts his scent gland within inches of his sensitive nose and flutters his lashes innocently. His own heady scent drifts into the air around them, fills their throats and lungs with a cloying fragrance.

“Jong— FUCK!”

Jongin titters, digging his claws into Sehun’s pants further, right where he’d planted his hand solidly on his dick. Not enough to be damaging, but definitely enough to be annoying. Especially when he follows it up by nimbly jumping away onto the side table, deftly avoiding the glass, the plate, and the lamp. Any normal human would break the table, but he’s indescribably light and agile. The cat genes aren’t just around for the cute looks and debilitating heats, after all. In many ways, Jongin is superhuman. He giggles to himself, delighting in Sehun’s apparent annoyance.

But he’s also subject to cat-based whimsies, and when he catches sight of that tall glass, just begging to be pushed off the table, his eyes narrow. There’s just diluted coffee in it now. It probably won’t even get on the carpet. He glances out of the corner of his eye just in time to see Sehun put two and two together, realizing what Jongin is about to do.

“No.”

It’s a little frightening, coming from a wolf. Definitely more frightening than when Jongdae says it. But not enough for Jongin to take his eyes off the glass, tail twitching back and forth.

“Jongin.”

Oh. That makes Jongin’s insides jolt a little. He wiggles to shake it off, but Sehun must mistake it for the beginnings of his pounce.

“Don’t you dare , kitten.”

A tremor seizes Jongin’s body and tail, nearly throwing off his balance. As he struggles to recover, one of his hands slips and brushes the glass clean off the table.

Oh, and the plate of snacks.

And the lamp.

Jongin winces as the items crash around them, then again when he’s met with deafening silence. Well, besides the kettle, which has automatically turned off, but the water keeps bubbling. He really does not want to look at Sehun’s face right now. But he has to, he has to explain—

“Did you do it on purpose.” Jongin really hates when Sehun does the whole “questions as a statement” thing. It’s incredibly effective at making his brain turn into a pile of goop.

Despite it, his brain is still working fast enough to turn shamelessly towards Sehun. To be able to breathe out, “Yes.” No hesitation.

Seeing right through him, Sehun snorts, and it almost sounds mean . “Liar. You’re trying so hard to get a reaction out of me, kitten. What for?”

Jongin stops himself from wrinkling his nose in the beginnings of a pout. Sehun knows what for. Jongin hasn’t exactly been quiet about it. But he wants to hear Jongin say it again, right now, and that’s as good of a sign as any.

He looks at Sehun, eye-level with him thanks to his perch on the table. The wolf hybrid is so handsome up close. So serious, thanks to the straight line of his brows. Jongin wishes that he would quit being so serious and play around and tease Jongin like he had when he had first arrived. But he also wishes that Sehun would put those lips on him right now, so maybe he needs to stop wishing for unlikely things and just ask for them.

So, Jongin opens his mouth and oh-so-elegantly stutters, “I… I…”

Huh. Now that he actually has to say it out loud, the words don’t come as easily as he would have imagined. He always thought he’d be smooth: a little flirty, a little innocent. But under Sehun’s scrutiny, he finds himself cowering. Not quite sure how to proceed, what words to say. He doesn’t want to sound too vulgar, he decides. But he also doesn’t want to sound like a blushing virgin. 

As he debates himself, Jongin unconsciously pulls his lower lip between his sharp canine teeth. The action draws a near-immediate gasp from Sehun. At the very least, his breath hitches, and now he looks like the one who’s speechless. Something about it makes Jongin feel like he has the high ground again (even if he doesn’t he’s not going to let this momentary strike of confidence pass). So, he delicately shifts forward, both hands balanced on the arm of the couch as he leans into Sehun’s space again. His tail darts about eagerly and his eyes droop into a warm smoulder.

“I want to be punished ,” he whispers, so Sehun is forced to lean in more to hear him. “I’ve been so infuriating lately, haven’t I? Don’t you just want to…” Jongin tilts his head suggestively. “... teach me a lesson?”

Watching the wolf hybrid’s eyes close and the way his brows draw together as he focuses on not breathing in Jongin’s scent is incredibly satisfying. More so when a quick downwards glance reveals Sehun’s cock straining against his sweatpants, the outline clearly visible and— oh.

He’s big.

Not that Jongin had expected any less. But this… this is perhaps a little bigger than he had anticipated. Girthy. Jongin unconsciously licks his lips, a small purr escaping his throat in anticipation.

“Please,” Jongin whispers, his hand drifting downwards, eyes still locked on his prize. “Let me—”

Before Jongin can make contact, Sehun snatches his hand and yanks . Jongin yelps embarrassingly before tumbling into the adjacent cushions, face-first, hips splayed over Sehun’s lap. He doesn’t have a second to process his new position, a hand coming down on his ass. The sound rings around the room and in his ears just as the sweet burn spreads over his bottom.

“Hah–” the catboy gasps, eyes widening and fingers clutching the seat cushion.

Sehun delivers another spank and then pulls Jongin up by the hair to whisper in his ear. “You think you can handle this? You think you can take on a wolf, kitten ?”

A choked out sound escapes Jongin’s throat, followed by a desperate, “ Yes .”

The wolf snorts in disbelief, but brings his hand down again. Jongin jerks, still being held up, his torso burning with the stretch. And with each consecutive spank, the warmth in his abdomen and ass only increases, until a floral, fruity, sweet scent clouds the air and Sehun pauses. He takes a deep inhale as his hand rests on the back of Jongin’s thighs, causing the catboy to whimper. He feels hot. Too hot. His breath comes out in short, stuttered puffs. Hips grind into Sehun’s.

Heat. Unmistakably.

He tilts his head as much as he can in the oppressive hold, eyes watering as they find Sehun’s face. “I—”

The cat hybrid doesn’t have to say anything else. Sehun scoops him up easily and makes a beeline towards Jongin’s room, roughly pushing past the broken door and tossing Jongin on the bed. Immediately, the kitten starts stripping haphazardly, doing his best to get on his hands and knees.

“Get on your back,” Sehun commands instead, and Jongin only hesitates for a fraction of a second before complying. He’s willing to do absolutely anything the wolf asks of him, pride be damned. Why even put up false pretenses now? He knows Sehun won’t hurt him (at least, not in a murdery way). Besides, he’s packing a fucking tree trunk . Jongin is cautious, but he’s no idiot; he’d be a fool to turn down prime alpha cock like that.

Jongin holds his breath as Sehun approaches the bed, climbing onto the mattress and drinking in the sight of the heat-stricken cat hybrid before him. His hands hover over Jongin’s body, as if hesitant to touch, but one throaty complaint from Jongin pushes aside any remaining doubts. Panting heavily, Jongin sets his eyes on the way Sehun massages his tight abdomen, his tiny waist, his tilted hips. Eventually, he makes his way to his ass, stroking over the impatient tail before spreading Jongin open.

The cool air on his dripping, hot hole sends shivers up the kitten’s spine, gasping lightly as one of Sehun’s thumbs traces over his rim, dipping in ever-so-slightly.

But there’s something off about the scene, and when he recognizes what it is, Jongin isn’t afraid to voice it. “Your… your clothes.”

The second Jongin opens his mouth, Sehun’s eyes fly upwards. His eyebrows set sternly and his mouth disappointed. “You asked for a punishment. So you’ll get a punishment.”

And then, with no more discussion, Sehun reaches down and pushes his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock, and no more. Jongin does not get the chance to close his mouth as he takes in the sight of the beast in front of him. Liquid fire burns his body up from the tips of his toes to the roots of his scalp; his erratic heartbeat matches the way his mind desperately chants, need need need …

“You’re a mess,” Sehun tuts under his breath reprimandingly, though Jongin knows he’s equally affected. The alpha’s gaze has found its way back to that tight brown rim. Unconsciously, his hand pumps over his cock a few times, tapping it against the kitten’s hole and causing the gathered slick to splatter over Jongin’s inner thighs messily. “Wet. Filthy. Slut.”

Jongin does not realize that the loud whine of protest came from his own throat until the wolf’s hand wraps around his neck and chokes it off. “Shhh,” Sehun whispers, almost threatening as he leans down to press his lips against the soft fur of Jongin’s ear. The cat goes obediently slack against the mattress. “Don’t be a nuisance, unless you actually want to stop. Because I have no qualms about stopping everything and tying you up to suffer from blue balls. Understood, kitten?”

Blood drips from where Jongin’s canines have pierced his pillowy lips, but he scarcely notices as he nods immediately. The grip on his neck lessens just slightly as Sehun's thumb flexes to swipe away drops of ruby red. He allows it to glisten in the light for a moment, allows Jongin to stare at his own lifeblood, and then darts in to press his tongue against his own skin, slowly dragging it up until his thumb is clean.

That single action— with Sehun still fully dressed despite Jongin’s nudity, bar his thick cock pressed against Jongin’s wetness— sends a searing heat through the catboy’s body. His skin itches with desire, fingers flexing in the wolf’s direction in a futile attempt to bring him closer.

Sehun is not so cruel as to ignore it, indulgently leaning in so that Jongin can lace his fingers together behind his neck and take a deep inhale of his woodsy scent.

“A few months ago you would have run away screaming,” Sehun muses, rolling his hips softly. “Look at you now. Taking comfort in my scent. Begging me to fuck you.”

The heat clears from Jongin’s mind long enough for him to formulate a response, though his head still lolls back as he’s enveloped in warmth. “Not scared anymore.”

He smells more than sees the change in Sehun’s expression. Fondness creeps into his tone. “Good. I’m going to take such good care of you, kitten.”

“ Please .”

Sehun doesn’t need much more convincing, the head of his cock bearing down on Jongin’s hole for a fraction of a second before sliding in with surprising ease. Jongin’s eyes fly open, gasping at thickness forcing him open and filling him with exactly what he needs.

“Fuck,” Sehun groans, not unaffected as his hands clench in the sheets by Jongin’s head. He stops and breathes heavily. “You’re so fucking wet. And hot.” Jongin can’t help but to clench down when he hears that and it draws another pained groan from Sehun. “ Tight — Jesus Christ, Jongin, you’re going to make me cum if you do that.”

“Already?” Jongin can’t help but tease, though his breathlessness makes it less cocky than he intended.

With a scoff, Sehun shuts him up by sliding in further. Jongin keens in his throat in response, eyes going unfocused as inch after unending inch of alpha cock slides into him with no resistance. His jaw drops open in a silent moan, and Sehun doesn’t miss the opportunity to lean down and nip his lower lip, just as he bottoms out.

“So gorgeous,” Sehun murmurs, almost to himself. “So perfect to fit it all inside of you. I’m so lucky to have this kitten.” He dismisses Jongin’s ongoing whines to continue, hips moving slowly to get the cat hybrid adjusted. “Heat must be so hard, huh? Well, look here–” Sehun takes Jongin’s palm and presses it to Jongin’s abdomen, applying the slightest bit of pressure as he thrusts upwards harshly. Wide eyes meet his and Sehun cannot help but smile. “You feel that? That’s how deep I am. There’s no way you don’t get pregnant. But that’s what you want, right? To be bred full by a strong, capable, al—”

Before Sehun can finish his sentence, Jongin is cumming with a desperate sob from the pleasure of nothing but having a cock in him. His muscles clench and release sporadically around it and cum dribbles onto his stomach, right below the small bulge in his abdomen. Sehun winces as claws dig into his back on instinct, but doesn’t stop rocking his hips back and forth, ensuring that Jongin rides out his orgasm.

One won’t be enough after all. If they want to break Jongin’s heat, it’s going to be a long day.

When Jongdae returns home, the house smells indubitably like sex. The owner doesn’t know if he should be concerned or disgusted, but when he passes by Jongin’s room he can’t help the knowing smirk that spreads across his face. Through the hole in the door, he can see his hybrid pets curled up around each other, exhausted but clearly sated, under Jongin’s comforter. Sehun is snoozing, nose buried in the crook of Jongin’s neck while the shorter scrolls on his phone lethargically. Sensing Jongdae’s presence, the cat hybrid’s ears twitch as he looks up to see Jongdae through the hole.

His eyes narrow defensively, “Don’t—”

“Well, you definitely don’t think of him as a brother ,” Jongdae notes. If Jongin didn’t know any better, he would think Jongdae is the hybrid here with that Cheshire Cat smile. But then, his owner’s expression softens. “Don’t worry. I’m happy you’re getting along. You needed a companion for a while now, didn’t you? I read online that heat-having hybrids need to mate before they get too old or their heats become unbearable, so…”

Jongin’s eyes widen as the statement hits his still-slow brain. “You… you planned this?”

Jongdae gives him a big smile and Jongin does not know if it is possible for him to love his owner even more. “Congrats! Enjoy your time together… but preferably in Sehun’s room until I get this door fixed.”

With that, his owner disappears around the corner, presumably to get started on dinner. Sehun stirs behind Jongin, sleepily mumbling into his ear, “If you feel that grateful towards him, you should probably clean up all the shit you knocked over in the living room.”

Oh fuck.

“JONGIN!!!!”

The cat hybrid pales as the once-sweet voice of his owner yells out his name, curling further into Sehun’s arms. The wolf chortles, comfortingly lapping at the spot on Jongin’s neck where he’d broken the skin while his knot had locked them together. “Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll cover for you. That’s what mates are for, right?”