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Han Jisung’s luck was about to run out. 

In just this year alone Minho had walked into his life (literally), one of his silly TikTok videos had gone viral, and he was making so much money from social media now that he was able to stop his soul-crushing job hunt and live his best life as a content creator. He had paid off some overdue bills, and he even bought himself a new guitar. Everything was going shockingly well. 

A little too well. 

Jisung was anxious by nature and ever since Minho had arrived, he’d been waiting for the other shoe to drop. The moment when this new thing in his life which felt so perfect and right would actually sour and go bad. Was it finally time? Was this it? 

“My hybrid is so sweet. He’s literally just the sweetest little- hEY!? Did you just NIP AT ME?”

Swipe.

Jisung was mindlessly scrolling through his For You page.

“Today we’re introducing our petboy that we found off the street to the sweet, pampered, docile one that’s been living with us for the past five ye-”

Swipe. 

He wasn’t even fully focused on the videos the algorithm was feeding him. He just wanted some noise in his brain besides his own thoughts. Please, God, anything to drown those out. 

“Can anyone who’s good at reading bunny hybrid body language tell me if he actually likes the overstimulation or-”

Swipe. 

He was overthinking too much, pretending not to notice the slightly off scent that spiced the air in his apartment, willing his luck to last just a little bit longer… 

“Okay. I’ve had enough. We clearly need to go over the literal basics of our own biology, because some of you are asking the same clueless questions here on this app day after day.” 

Jisung frowned, focusing a little. Biology basics? He always got suckered into videos like these, even the clickbait-y ones that never ended up having any point to them or the ones that were clearly just owners ranting about their own personal issues with other owners. He couldn’t help it. He wanted to understand Minho better, so he latched onto every clue he found. 

“Obviously, you have us, the evolved hybrids; the ones with recessed traits. No ears, no tails, rarely any fangs. Our animal traits are basically non-existent until it comes to the reproductive cycle; the ruts, the heats, the knots. That’s it. That is what makes us evolved. 

Then you have the incipient hybrids. That’s your petboy, your little bunny boy, your catboys, what have you. They have the visible ears, the tails, the claws, and yeah, they have the feral instincts to match-” 

Okay, blah, blah, blah. Jisung held down the upper right corner of the screen with his thumb, sending the video into two times speed. He knew all this stuff. How was it possible anyone in the world didn’t know this stuff? This was so basic.

“-If you’re going to be an owner, you have to respect that gap. You can’t train away an incipient hybrid’s behavior. It’s literally how they are born. If you wanted something that acts exactly like an evolved hybrid, you can download Tinder and find yourself a man. An incipient is a commitment to a different kind of life and a different kind of biology. Know the difference, use the right labels, and start being the responsible owner your petboy actually needs. End of discussion.” 

Jisung glanced up at his phone to stare into the middle distance of his living room. The video looped, the TikToker’s voice fading into warbling background noise. He knew the differences, right? He didn’t use technical labels like “incipient” because, well, no one did. Just “hybrid” was the norm, and plenty of people used “petboy” instead. That didn’t make him any less responsible. Or any less in tune with Minho’s needs. He was so in tune with Minho’s needs. Maybe a little too in tune. Like right now. He felt way too in tune with the scent emanating from his closed bedroom door.

“-the reproductive cycle; the ruts, the heats, the knots-” the video had looped for a third time and reached this point again, the speaker’s voice even more grating in its pedantry. Jisung swiped up to the next video and was met with- 

Minho’s pretty face. 

Minho with his black hair parted to show his forehead and his dark eyes sparkling mischievously. Minho with his black kitty ears all perked up, the pink insides and white inner tufts of hair at odds in contrast to the rest of his hair. Minho with his pretty lips parted, mouth a triangle, his two front teeth visible in a way that made him look so much like a bunny hybrid. Minho all sprawled out and relaxed on Jisung’s living room couch, thighs spread in that provocative way lower hybrids had about them where they didn’t realize they were being distractingly, maddeningly, wildly sexual. 

Jisung’s own voice came from the video and he had to fight not to cringe at hearing himself. It came through from the background where he had been filming off camera, rage-baiting his precious catboy. Minho boredly replied back with dismissive “huh?”s until Jisung pushed it too far and Minho finally asked him “do you want to die?” with an eyebrow cocked up in disinterest. 

The video was reposted by a fan, edited to have a hazy pink filter over it, sparkles flashing in all the high contrast white points, and a ring of little pink bows and fluffy clouds around the outside making a cute, semi-transparent frame. Minho’s fans online were very creative and loved editing his grouchiest moments into super cute compilations. This was back when Minho had first wandered in from the streets; the catboy distribution system saw fit to deliver this handsome hybrid to Jisung and Jisung had never thought twice to question it. Minho had been stand-offish back then; cold, and spicy, and just a touch more feral. 

He had started filming Minho casually, carelessly even. How could he not? Jisung just adored him so much. Adored capturing every moment of him on camera, even the mundane ones. Minho eating his lunch. Minho waking up from a nap. Minho stretching and groaning lasciviously. Minho in a mischievous and good mood, giggling like he’d done something naughty. Probably because he had. Jisung filmed it all, and uploaded it too because why not? He never expected anyone else to look. He never expected to get so popular. He never expected the millions of followers, or the endless comments, or the uncountable views, or the slew of fan accounts that followed.

Jisung tapped through to the user’s account. Minhobunnybeam. The profile was pink themed and cutesy. There were a lot of Minho fans like this. They took the videos that Jisung posted and spliced and edited them, added filters or seductive background music, and left each other crazy comments drooling over Minho’s pouty mouth, or whatever bare sliver of skin was on display, or the thickness of his thighs. Jisung couldn’t blame them for that, really. 

He was fully aware that any success from his own account came from his pretty petboy, not from Jisung himself. Even though he was so funny and talented and charming and had a lot to offer. He understood. He was obsessed with Minho, so he couldn’t really blame anyone else for being obsessed with him too. 

He curiously scrolled through Minhobunnybeam’s posts, carelessly tapping on a random video. Another old clip of Minho. In this one he was asleep with his head propped against the wall. He blinked his sleepy little eyes open and sat up straighter. He was so adorably tired looking with an exhausted pout on his face. Minhobunnybeam had added a face filter that gave Minho rabbit ears, lots of pink sparkles, and a twinkling lullaby in the background. 

Against his better judgement, Jisung tapped on the tiny speech bubble on the right hand side of the screen to check the comments. He had to be careful. If he slipped up and accidentally liked this post or anyone else’s replies to it, it would look bad for him. An owner scrolling on a fan page for his own hybrid was weird, right? Getting caught liking their posts and comments was even weirder for sure. 

But… he was so curious. It was business-minded to know what his viewers liked, sure. That was the most reasonable excuse Jisung gave himself. Also, he just kind of liked to gloat sometimes. They loved Minho so much and Minho was all his. There was something satisfying about that. Best of all it piqued his curiosity so much that it finally quieted the incessant ticker-scroll of his own thoughts in his brain. 

milkypaws
   ┗ omfg brooo let him sleep 😭😭 

hybrid_velvet
   ┗ his little pout 🥺

Not so different from the comments Jisung usually received on the original uploads of these videos to his own account. Usually on fan accounts users left more interesting comments though, the kind of freaky stuff they weren’t bold enough to say to a hybrid owner’s face. 

ferallovexo 
   ┗ ik his morning breath smell good

Okay. Closer to the freaky stuff but still not that weird. 

1nc1p1ent111
   ┗ wait idgi is it bunny or cat boy? not sure but very cute when sleeping. 

petcorewhore
   ┗ LET HIM SLEEP!! 

aj__08010325
   ┗ красиво спит😭

C’mon, where was the good stuff? 

minibunnyboo
   ┗ he just like me fr

bellxcollarxribbon
   ┗ can u imagine when his heat hits and fucking him while he’s all sleepy and half awake like this.!!!!

Jisung swallowed hard, the comment smacking him in the face with awareness. All the things that he had been resolutely pushing to the back of his mind leapt to the forefront. Any hope of ignoring his racing thoughts dwindled away. Minho in his heat. Minho so sleepy and soft and warm. Warm inside too. He must be, right? Warm, willing, wet- 

His head flicked up, expression wrought with concern, eyes fixated on his own bedroom door. Minho was just beyond it. That soft, spiced scent. Jisung had never actually smelled a hybrid in heat before. So he could be wrong about it. Really. That scent could come from anywhere! It could be anything!

Jisung absentmindedly crossed his fingers, one over the other, silently praying for any luck he had left to last a little longer. Silently praying that Minho wasn’t really going into heat. Silently praying for any answer, any hint, any clue on how to handle his situation. 

He had never had a hybrid pet before! He didn’t know what to do! 

In a flash, Jisung tapped back to his For You page and hit the search bar. His fumbling fingers typed out ‘catboy heat’ and it was so excruciatingly perverted he couldn’t bring himself to actually search for it so he hastily added ‘tips’ and ‘advice’ and whined to himself out loud “What do I do, what do I do, what do I do!?” before quickly tapping ‘search’. 

A handful of videos came up and the first one started autoplaying. Text over the video read “Managing Your Petboy’s Heat❤️” in the classic white font with a blocked black fill behind it. A steady, even-voiced man spoke to the camera while his bunny hybrid lay curled up with his head on his owner’s chest, ears long and floppy. The pet appeared to be sleeping soundly throughout this video recording. 

“Let’s get straight to it, gang. The biggest mistake most people make when their hybrid goes into heat is too much distance.” 

Oh no. Jisung’s stomach dropped, emotions rioting from one intensity to the next in the span of a few minutes. He was so nervous he was starting to sweat. Was he doing that? Was he putting too much distance between himself and Minho? 

“They leave their hybrid alone in their nest, close them off in a spare bedroom, or worse yet in a cage.” 

Oh, God! Jisung was totally doing this! He held down the video for 2x speed, desperate for tips on what to do instead. He should have looked into this before now, before today, before the very day he started to notice that Minho’s heat had likely arrived. The second this disastrously charming catboy came meowing at his window, begging for attention and a warm place to stay. Jisung should have been preparing for this since way back then. 

“Start with scenting and move on to close contact. Offer your unwashed blankets or clothes for them to use in their nest. They’re good at finding these things on their own but the gesture means more if you willingly give a strong, scented item to them.” 

Jisung nodded at his screen, mentally taking notes. Okay. Yeah. Sure. He could do that. Minho was probably already in his bed but he could offer some of his clothes. He would offer his own shirt off his back if he had to. 

“During the actual heat, they need constant tactile grounding. We’re talking heavy pressure, scratching behind the ears, and full-body contact. Yes, you’re going to be 'handling’ them a lot. It’s part of the biological bond. When things get intense-” 

Okay! Yep! Jisung very much got the idea. He turned off his phone and took a deep breath, glancing once more to his bedroom door. 

It was fine. He could handle this. He could totally handle this. 

Jisung stood, clutching his phone in a hand that was rapidly growing damp with sweat. He crossed his living room to his bedroom, the scent in the air sharpening as he approached. He couldn’t describe the smell except for that it was a little strange. Like he shouldn’t like it, and yet he still wanted to breathe it in deep. He knocked gently, tipping an ear towards the bedroom. 

“Irino?” Jisung called sweetly, one of many nicknames he used with his hybrid. That was the way it went with catboys, right? They start out with one name but their owners just keep cooing a dozen different ever-evolving variations until something silly sticks. Minho had gone from Minho to Lino and then Lee-Lee Know and now Irino. 

“I’m coming in,” Jisung warned before trying the door handle 

Of course the scent was stronger on the other side, and a rolling wave of it came billowing over Jisung as soon as the door was open. It smelled so good he could feel spit pooling in his mouth and he had to swallow, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. The blinds were drawn and the light was off, making the bedroom significantly darker than the living room had been, but not so dark that Jisung couldn’t see. His bed was a mess, blankets and comforter all rucked up and tousled, his pillows scattered and out of place. 

If the smell alone wasn’t enough to send Jisung drooling, the sight absolutely was. Oh, and he wasn’t the only one drooling either. Minho was curled up in the center of the bed, bare naked. He usually stole Jisung’s clothes, lounging in baggy sweats and big t-shirts. He was a catboy, after all, of course he liked to be comfortable. Jisung had seen him naked before too, though. Lower hybrids were like that. Shameless and carefree, fully willing to trounce around without any clothes on.

Minho wasn’t wearing any of Jisung’s clothes now, but he still had Jisung’s clothes with him. A comfortable grey sweater to be exact. Minho had it in his mouth, between his teeth, and the fabric was splotched a dark grey with how much he was drooling. As he tenderly suckled at Jisung’s dirty laundry, Minho made mindless biscuits on the bed, fingers flexing and playing rhythmically. It was almost mesmerizing to watch. A low rumbling rattle of his purr could just barely be heard in his chest, seemingly triggered by Jisung’s presence in the room. 

Oh, God. Jisung swallowed again. Arousal flared inside of him, hot and sudden, making his stomach squirm. He nearly tripped over himself as he started toward the bed, all instinct now. He had been so anxious about this heat, unsure of how to handle it, convinced that it was an unlucky turn of events. He didn’t have a care in the world about any of that stuff now; he was just impulsively drawn in by Minho. 

“Hey,” Jisung murmured, eyes nearly glazing over as he took everything in. Minho was naked, body flushed. His elbows and his knees were pink. His furry black tail stood in stark contrast to his pale body, wrapped around his own thigh, the end of it twitching and swishing. “Hey, hey,” Jisung continued murmuring, distracted as he crawled into bed and joined his pretty little hybrid. “How are you doing, baby?” 

Minho miaowed noisily, voice muffled by the fabric stuffed in his mouth. He moved all at once, focusing his attention on Jisung instead of working his catboy paws into the bedspread. Jisung had crawled into bed with the intention to make Minho his little spoon, but Minho squirmed over to face him instead, curling up and cuddling with him. He even abandoned the well-loved and spit-soaked sweatshirt to bury his face in Jisung’s neck, rubbing his cheek against Jisung’s bare skin. 

“Woah,” Jisung gasped. This never happened! Minho was practically in his arms anyway so he wrapped a protective arm around the hybrid’s shoulder, pulling him closer. “It’s okay, big baby. You’re okay, right?” 

Minho made a pitiful noise as if to disagree. 

It was at that exact moment that Jisung realized Minho was grinding against his thigh. Frisky little thing! He was used to Minho being shameless at times but they’d never taken it this far before. Honestly, he wasn’t used to Minho being this close or cuddly with him. He was a stand-offish sort of catboy. It was a surprise to be cuddled at all, much less rutted against like this. 

This was what Jisung had been so worried about. He’d convinced himself he wouldn’t know how to handle it. Now that he was here in the moment and it was happening to him, it wasn’t so hard to figure out. He was a hybrid too, after all. No, he didn’t have the fangs or a tail like incipient hybrids did, but he had all the instincts and the urge to procreate. He could feel it in him now, something incessant that made his arousal more urgent than he’d ever felt before. It was like he couldn’t resist. He nuzzled into Minho’s soft hair, breathing in his heat-spiced scent. 

“Need help?” Jisung murmured. “That’s okay, Hannie will help you.” He closed the embrace by bringing his other hand to Minho’s thigh, sliding up his smooth skin to the curve of the pretty catboy’s ass. 

Nearly everyone knew that petboys had a certain spot deep inside them, and if their owner pressed it just right it would help relieve some of the worst heat symptoms. Even Jisung, who had known next to nothing about heats, knew about that. There were endless toys sold in hybrid supply stores meant for reaching that spot and stimulating it. There were tons of popular videos online of owners testing the different toys on their cat boys and bunny boys and obedient little puppy boys. 

Jisung had never done anything like this in his life, but how hard could it be? Minho’s pink hole was even visible from here, tail lifted as if to show how ripe and fuckable it was. Minho was already wet between his cheeks, the moisture glistening in the low light of the room. Aw. He didn’t like water or being wet very much. Must be uncomfortable, poor thing. Jisung just had to help him. He dipped his fingers into the wetness, toying with it, coating his fingers in it. 

“This will make you feel better,” he assured, before sliding his finger confidently into Minho’s hole. Minho cried out gently, making his cute little catboy noises. Jisung couldn’t help but make a noise too. His pretty little pet was so warm inside, so tight in the right ways. He could feel his own cock pulsing. 

Jisung closed his eyes, focusing only on the incredible feeling of how silky smooth Minho was inside. His hole pulsed and cinched tight around his finger as if squeezing for more. Milking it the way all good little hybrids are inherently talented at milking knots for more cum. Jisung’s breath caught in his throat, a high keening sort of whine coming from him that almost overshadowed Minho’s desperate mewling. Focusing was hard but he forced himself to try, feeling with his finger, touching desperately until he found what he was looking for inside. 

Jisung knew he’d found it because Minho’s whole body jumped. Poor little kitty, he seemed caught between wanting to rut his hips forward and rub his heavily-leaking, red-tipped cock against Jisung’s thigh and staying still in order for Jisung’s finger to keep touching. It was better if he didn’t squirm and Jisung murmured as much, lips lost in Minho’s hair. 

“Stay still, big baby. Just relax.” 

He teased that same spot over and over, gentle with it. He wasn’t trying to hurt his pet! Quite the opposite. Minho’s soft, high voice came out in fraught mewls. The high pitch ratcheted higher and higher with every movement of Jisung’s finger until Minho was just a mess of breathy little gasps, back arched, tension running through him and pulling his body taut as a bow string. 

All the tension snapped as a loud gasp ripped its way from Minho’s throat. His body shuddered and hot cum spurted from his cock onto Jisung’s thigh. The catboy trembled in his arms, hole clenching rhythmically. His muscles twitched. For an impossibly long moment he seemed stuck, unable to take another breath, until finally the intensity of his relief faded and he managed to suck in a second ragged gasp. Jisung slowed the teasing motions of his finger, breathing evenly and gently as if to show Minho how. 

“There you go,” he cooed. “That’s better now, hm?” 

Minho slowly caught his breath, relaxing in Jisung’s embrace. Jisung gently eased his finger from Minho’s hole, sure that this part of comforting his catboy was done. Minho groaned, dissatisfied with this change, but he didn’t deign to comment. His forlorn little cries from earlier were all quiet now. Obviously the relief effort had worked. The room felt still, tension melted away into a comfortable calm. 

Minho’s eyes fluttered open, dark and glittering. He blinked at Jisung appraisingly, taking his measure, before closing them again. With an apparent new clarity to himself and his mind, Minho made the conscious decision to cuddle in with Jisung again. 

Jisung smiled big, almost in disbelief. It always felt special when Minho purposely chose him. Whether that was just choosing to annoy him for attention, or choosing to curl up on the opposite end of the couch from him, or right here, right now, choosing to stay here in Jisung’s arms. Minho’s lips found the bare skin at Jisung's neck too. He kissed gently a few times before opening his mouth and starting to suckle. 

“Oh-” Jisung breathed, cock pulsing with arousal. It felt so good. So intimate and sweet it made him want to squirm. 

Minho seemed to notice. His tail flicked and twitched to life and his fingers found Jisung’s bulge through his clothes, palming it shamelessly. He was a big catboy with nice thick thighs and a sturdy frame but his cute little paw-hands were so small and his touch was surprisingly gentle. Jisung shivered, fighting against his own body as he tried to stop involuntarily bucking towards that touch. 

Apparently spurred on by this reaction, Minho began moving. He shifted away from Jisung’s neck, something hungry about the way he started pulling at his owner’s cum stained pants to pull them down. As soon as Jisung realized what was happening he focused up. “Wait,” he started, sitting up a little. He wasn’t sure why they would need to wait but still thought maybe he should give Minho an out if he wanted to take it. “Wait, wait-” 

Minho didn’t take being told “no” well and paused sharply, head snapping up to stare straight at Jisung. His mouth parted just long enough to whisper out a hiss. It was gentle really, a warning, but Minho had never hissed at him before. It shocked Jisung into silence. He watched, wide eyes blinking, as Minho freed his cock from his pants and immediately dove down to take it into his mouth. 

Jisung whimpered, knowing full well he sounded like a whiny little incipient hybrid and not the evolved hybrid he really was. His eyes sunk closed, head thumping back on the headboard. Minho took him deeper into his mouth and the warm, wet heat of it all felt like heaven. 

Minho settled in happily, not sucking cock in any typical way, just soothing himself with Jisung’s cock the way he had done with Jisung’s messy sweater earlier. Jisung had to fight not to start bucking his hips again, holding himself back from chasing more of that delicious heat. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, biting his lip to focus. 

It was okay. He was okay. He could handle this. Minho was clearly happy mouthing on him and suckling the head of his cock. Jisung just had to sit back and enjoy and not cum in his pretty petboy’s mouth. Sure. Easy. No problem. He could do that. 

Jisung felt something scratching at his thigh and peeked an eye open. He saw Minho drooling over his cock, black ears poking up and his pitch black tail upright in the air with a soft question mark curve to it. He was making happy biscuits on Jisung’s thigh with one hand, the other doing the same on the nearby blanket. He glanced up, dark eyes catching Jisung’s, and the damned catboy actually started to purr. 

Jisung whimpered again, body shuddering. He could feel the vibrations rumbling through Minho’s mouth. “Irino,” he whined. “Baby. I’ll cum if you keep-ah!” 

Minho took him deeper. Swallowed around him. Jisung arched, unable to fight the tidal wave of arousal. It rose inside of him, hot and desperate, and erupted out in a rush of hot cum into Minho’s mouth. Minho drank it all down, swallowing pleasantly. 

And he didn’t stop. 

Jisung softened in his mouth and grew so oversensitive he started to twitch and pull away. “It’s too much,” he explained, because maybe lower hybrids didn’t know how sensitive cocks could be after cumming. Minho purred harder and didn’t seem to care. 

Jisung whined so loud he was practically crying out. He reached out for Minho, snatching him by the nape of his neck as if he was nothing more than a kitten, and pulled him away. His purring abruptly stopped

“You have to be careful, big baby,” Jisung told him plainly. “I can’t take-” 

“Get hard again,” Minho interrupted, ears laid back flat and voice even flatter. 

“W-what?” Jisung sputtered in disbelief. 

Minho’s tail twitched with annoyance. His chest and cheeks were splotchy red with a flushed blush. He’d been so calm and satiated these last few minutes, but whatever relief he’d felt from being fingered and from having his mouth filled was all wearing away now. His scent spiked, and the room seemed to grow hotter as Jisung’s catboy radiated with fertile desire. 

Then, for some reason, Minho’s one ear twitched to attention. His eyes shifted minutely as he looked at all the different parts of Jisung’s face, flickering from eyes to mouth to eyebrows and back to eyes again. A mischievous smirk formed on Minho’s cute mouth, shiny with spit and probably some of Jisung’s own cum too. 

“You’re cute,” Minho told him matter-of-factly. 

Jisung was so taken aback he loosened his grip on Minho’s neck. What? Wasn’t that the kind of thing owners said to their petboys, not the other way around? It was nice, it was a compliment after all, but weirdly humiliating in a way. So why did that have his cock twitching to attention, straining to thicken up again so suddenly? 

There was a rumor that heat pheromones could shorten refractory periods but Jisung didn’t think it was actually true? It was just a rumor, right? See, this was exactly the kind of stuff about heats he really didn't know. Except here he was getting hard even though he was so sensitive he could just about scream. Minho reached out to help Jisung’s cock along, stroking it in his hand. Jisung cried out in earnest this time, hips jolting at the touch. 

“I can’t take it, Minho,” Jisung whined, finishing his sentence from earlier. “I really can’t take it.” Except he made no move to stop any of this from happening. More than anything else Jisung’s words were a plea to be gentle, because he knew neither of them were going to stop now that they’d started. Neither of them really wanted to.

Minho was moving now. Shifting into a kneeling position, and then crawling into a new position by straddling Jisung’s thighs. Still stroking him all the way, coaxing his cock harder and harder, slowly but surely. 

He was still so sensitive and just barely hard enough to call his cock erect, but as Minho raised himself up Jisung willingly reached down to steady his straining cock and aim it upright for Minho to line himself up to impale himself on it. Jisung’s tip kissed Minho’s hole, wet and ready for it, and he started whimpering again. He was slowly engulfed by what had felt like heaven with just a finger earlier and now through his cock felt like pure bliss. Jisung’s eyes rolled back, brain shorting out. 

Minho gave him no relief. He seemed to know exactly what he wanted and chased after it, lowering himself down, grinding, clenching his hole just right before dragging himself back up and doing it all over again. He started slow and steady but worked up a rhythm until he was bouncing on it. Both his purr and his scent filled the room, rumbling warm and spicy sweet. Drool glistened in the corners of his mouth and he snatched up Jisung’s hand, taking in two of his fingers to suckle and teethe on. Jisung barely registered it happening, too overtaken by the mind-numbing, body-shaking pleasure of being ridden and fucked by a catboy in heat. 

Jisung couldn’t believe he was whining louder than Minho, writhing and twitching beneath him. He had to squeeze his eyes shut because every single sensation was driving him crazy. Arousal was a hot swirl clouding his mind, rioting inside of him, ringing with pleasure throughout his cock as it stroked Minho’s inner walls. It was just so hot and so wet and it felt so good. He normally never had a knot swell up outside of a rut but here Minho was urging it out of him. 

Jisung’s knot began to grow and grow. With every squeeze of Minho’s hole at the base of his cock it was coaxed bigger and bigger until it began to bulge and catch against the pretty kitty’s tight hole. How had it gotten tight? Oh. It hadn’t. It was Jisung’s knot that was so big. Minho’s hole bulged as he pulled up and fought to swallow Jisung again when he pushed back down. These sensations had the both of them shaking, trembling. Minho’s rhythm faltered. 

He sat down on Jisung’s cock, seating it so damn deep inside of himself that Jisung was sure he was reaching previously unfucked parts of Minho’s body. Minho was panting, sweat beading on his skin. He braced his hands on Jisung’s chest, claws digging in. Jisung’s fingers had slipped from his mouth at some point and now he miaowed meaningful, grinding down for more still. Jisung was nothing more than a heat relief toy for his catboy and Minho shamelessly used him to chase his own pleasure. His nails dragged across Jisung’s skin making murderous biscuits as he worked his hips in desperate circles. 

Minho worked himself into a climax, breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps until he took one ragged breath and held it tight. His whole body was a tense knot, muscles jerking on impulse as he fucked himself on Jisung’s knot. Finally, finally he came with a hot shudder like lightning had struck. Cum spurted from his cock, less than before but enough to make a mess between them. 

As he orgasmed his hole spasmed, pulsing, milking Jisung’s knot in all the right ways. Of course Jisung came too, tipped over the edge to madness. It burst through him, hot and bright, and he came load after load, filling his catboy up with endless amounts of cum. Pleasure exploded through him so intensely it overloaded his brain and he blacked out for a moment or two. Maybe longer. 

Jisung felt like he was in heaven, in a dream, floating on cloud nine somewhere. Clarity seeped in slowly. He was aware of Minho relaxing on top of him, still locked on his knot. He curled up pleasantly on Jisung’s chest, cheek nuzzling into his owner's skin. He was heavy but Jisung didn’t even entertain the thought of moving him. 

He brought a hand to Minho’s hair, petting him on the special spot between petboy’s ears that was meant for soft skritches and lots of kisses. Jisung realized his two fingers were still wet with spit and actually quite sore from being nipped and chewed on. He could feel them throbbing but that didn’t stop him from petting his catboy gently. 

Jisung reveled in the moment feeling so, so lucky to have this perfect, pretty little petboy all melted against him and content. A cold sliver of reality began to worm its way in through the happy haze of pheromones, though. He was anxious by nature, probably evolved from some type of skittish prey hybrid all the way back in his ancestry, and that flighty mentality always seemed to work its way into even his most pleasant of moments.

If this was only the first afternoon, then he was in serious trouble. Common sense and TikTok rants all said the same thing; catboy heats could last anywhere from two days to nearly two weeks. That meant at least 48 hours or more of this relentless type of fuck where Minho rode him raw. Jisung was already covered in teeth marks and scratches and he was so, so sensitive. He couldn’t imagine surviving a second round. He looked down at his satiated but still-feverish hybrid. 

Oh. This was it. His luck really had run out. Jisung was about to endure days of whining and begging and pleading. Days of overstimulation and over-sensitivity. Days of being clawed at and bitten like a chew toy. Jisung was sure he’d be in tears before it was all said and done… 

As if he knew he was being stared at, Minho blinked his eyes open. Pretty. So pretty. Jisung’s followers online would die if they could see this. 

He smiled. Lucky. Unlucky. It didn’t matter, he was just happy that Minho was all his. 

“All mine,” Jisung murmured out loud. 

Minho started to purr.