[Day Ten] Soft Kitty, Warm Kitty (Little Ball of Fur)
Title: Soft Kitty, Warm Kitty (Little Ball of Fur)
Kink: catboys
Pairing(s): Minseok/Kai
Word Count: 3,370
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: praise kink
Summary: When Exo gets an unexpected line up change, Minseok finds himself getting attached to a certain adorable kitty hybrid with a beautiful laugh.
Author's Note: Title taken from my favorite moment from the Big Bang Theory. This takes place in a world where Exo K doesn't exist (yet). & I just wanna say thank you to the mods for hosting this fest & being so patient with me, bless. & I hope you all enjoy it :))
<<<< 21 February 2016
Minseok took a large breath before screaming, “I love you New Yoooooooooooooork!!!”
The response was nearly deafening. Thousands upon thousands of people screamed right back, pearl-white lights flickering the way a wave might pass onto a shore.
He glanced to the left and briefly caught sight of Yixing and Tao, playfully splashing each other with water bottles.
He peered towards his right and saw Kris, Jongdae and Luhan taking turns making “snow” angels from the fallen confetti on the stage.
This was it, Minseok thought; sweat pouring down his face from the blaring lights. This was why he did it.
>>>> 29 February 2016
Minseok felt like he might pass out. It had hardly been a week since their North American tour had finished and he’d barely gotten two seconds to breathe before he and the others were carted off to prepare for the encore concerts in Korea.
They had gone well, of course, the fans even livelier now that they had returned but the weariness in his bones is persistent as he all but collapses into his twin sized bed. He can’t find it in himself to regret it though.
To Minseok, it still feels like yesterday that the six of them had debuted and been thrust unceremoniously into the limelight.
Minseok had been a different person back then, a bit chubbier and a lot quieter. He’d only been familiar with another trainee, Jongdae, before being selected to be in a group that would hopefully bridge the gap between Korean and Chinese entertainment: Exo.
At the time, Tao was constantly plastered to Kris’ side while Yixing and Luhan delighted the other trainees and instructors with their powerful dancing skills.
When one of the managers had pulled them all aside, Minseok had been apprehensive. He’d only known Jongdae until then and he was terrible at making new friends. Approximately 3 minutes after the manager had left them to process the news, Tao detached himself from Kris and clung to Minseok like glue, fawning over being able to share a space with the cutest hyung in the world, and somehow Minseok knew everything was going to be alright.
Things certainly weren’t alright now, however. The muscles in Minseok’s lower back were throbbing from overexertion yet he couldn’t muster up the energy to crawl into Yixing’s room where the painkillers were. That was okay. He’d just lay there suffering until one of the others stumbled upon his immobile body spread out on the couch.
Minseok distantly heard the front door opening and closing and twitched minutely. He heard the soft footfalls of who he assumed to be Luhan and prepared himself mentally to be shoved rudely off the couch. He wasn’t disappointed.
He got ready to fire some choice swear words in Mandarin when he paused at the sheer exuberance of Luhan’s smile. This couldn’t be good.
“Minseo-”
“No.”
Luhan pouted and that was never good for anyone. “You didn’t even let me finish.”
Pulling himself off the floor, Minseok scoffed. “Didn’t have to. I know you want something from me and the answer is no.”
Blocking his attempted exit to his room, Luhan bodily shoved Minseok back onto the floor from which he came.
“What the hell Luhan??”
Luhan just looked down at him and shrugged. “You wouldn’t listen to me the first time, so now I have to force you.”
Still scowling on the floor, Minseok glared up at the overly excited man. “Well? I’m waiting.”
“Okay!” Luhan shouted, clapping his hands. Minseok glared further but he chose to ignore that. “You know how our whole ~concept~ as a group is some alien shit about how we came from another planet to do fuckall and blah blah blah blah blah blah?”
Minseok blinked. “Yeah...but why are you-”
“Yeah!” Luhan interrupted, “Well word on the street is that SM’s trying to expand on that concept by adding more members!!”
That made Minseok sit up sharply, irritating the injury on his back. “Shit! What are you talking about?”
Luhan wagged his finger. “Let me finish! To make a very long and boring story short and sweet, we’re getting six new members. We’ll still be known as Exo, but now we’ll be Exo-M and they’ll be Exo-k!”
Minseok was still very much confused and in pain. “K? M??”
“YES!” Luhan all but screamed, excitement bordering on hysteria. “And you know what the best part of it all is?”
Minseok looks up at Luhan from where he was still on the floor, trying to massage a sore spot on his back. “What?”
Luhan’s grin turned manic. “They’re all hybrids!”
Minseok promptly hits the floor. Again.
Minseok and the rest of the group get the official news three days later. The managers herd the six of them into their living and explain that yes, Exo is getting an expansion in group members, and yes, they were all going to be hybrids. Considering the rising popularity of hybrids, Minseok feels like he shouldn’t be all that surprised. SM seems to have people whose specific job is to keep an eye out on the latest trends and latch onto them like leeches. This, he figures, is one of them.
Minseok snaps his attention back to the manager, who is in the middle of discussing rooming arrangements.
“For now,” Jaewon begins, “Until we get the new dormitory read, you all will be three to a room-”
“Three?? We can barely make it work with two people!” Luhan squawks indignantly.
“Speak for yourself,” Tao pipes up, curled up on Yixing’s lap. Yixing smiles serenely. “The more the merrier,” he says, in that lilting voice that suggests he’s not really paying attention at all.
Jaewon sighs, full of resignation, and Minseok shoots him an empathetic glance. He understands all too well how ridiculous they can all be. Kris may be the leader, but for all their rambunctiousness, Minseok as the eldest keeps them all on semi-stable ground.
“Anyway,” Jaewon continues once everyone has mostly quieted down, “They’ll be arriving in the morning. Their beds have already been set up while you all were at your schedules. Don’t stay up late, because you’re all responsible for helping them settle in.”
This is received with a collective groan. Tomorrow was a rare free day. No one really wanted to be up early when they didn’t have to be. No one except Minseok. He couldn’t help being more than a little intrigued. He was looking forward to meeting his unusual bandmates in the morning.
The next morning saw Minseok grumbling in his sleep, struggling to pry his eyes open for more than a few seconds. He had never been a morning person and the new guests arriving is not going to change that. He tries to go for five more minutes when the door to his and Luhan’s shared room creaks open, hesitantly. As though the person was afraid of waking him up…. which definitely was not Luhan’s style.
Minseok threw his arm out to the general direction of where the lamp was, flicking it on and immediately regretting doing so. He struggled to sit up and his eyes squeezed nearly shut reflexively. He blinked them open, with effort, as was met with the sight of an…adorable stranger in the doorway shuffling nervously.
Ah, Minseok thought. The new guys must already be here . Even his sleep deprived mind was able to make out the fuzzy looking cat ears that sat atop a curly mop of brown hair and a tail that seemed to twitch with nervous agitation. That reminded Minseok that he should probably welcome the new kid in properly.
“Ehm…” he began, then cleared his voice of all residual sleepiness. “Welcome?”
Adorable guy blinked and then let out the sweetest husky giggle that Minseok had ever heard. “Thank you.”
Minseok startled. Cutie’s voice was surprisingly deep. “Uh…do you need me to help with anything? Maybe help get your luggage all situated?”
Adorable guy’s face broke out into a megawatt smile. His plush lips stretched into a toothy grin and his eyes curved with happiness. Minseok’s heart beat a little faster. “Sure, thanks! I could really use the help.”
Ah…Minseok thought then. He was well and truly fucked.
It turns out that adorable guy’s real name is Jongin, but for Exo’s sake, he’d be known as Kai. He was almost criminally shy and as it turned out, wasn’t much of a morning person either. As he and Minseok dragged his bags from the van he and the others had arrived in, Minseok got a chance to briefly engage in conversation with the rest of his newly established brother group.
There was the eldest, and therefore leader, named Joonmyeon. He was a cat hybrid like Jongin, with pretty golden ears and a matching bushy tail. Then there was Baekhyun, a feisty dog hybrid with sharp canines and his counterpart Chanyeol. He was a dog hybrid too, but had all of the bite of a three-day old puppy. Next was Kyungsoo, a sharp eyed hamster hybrid who looked like he would gouge Minseok’s eyeballs out if he so much as even thought of him as adorable. Lastly were the two youngest: Sehun, who was a deceptively innocent looking bunny hybrid, and sweet, timid Jongin.
The addition of Exo-K made the already rambunctious dorm nearly unbearable for the first couple weeks they were there. At first it was awkward. None of M, including Minseok, knew what the proper etiquette was when it came to engaging with hybrids. But one lewd joke and hand gesture from Luhan in the middle of a group meeting cut the accumulating tension like a knife.
Tao and Sehun got on like a house on fire, which mildly worried Minseok. He could barely handle a cute and cuddly Tao on a good day let alone deal with two falsely innocent boys, one of which had adorable bunny ears that he could make droop sadly on command. Baekhyun, Jongdae and Chanyeol are the trio from hell and the way Luhan latched on to Joonmyun was just downright scary.
But Jongin…he stuck to Minseok like glue. In the mornings when Minseok would be fixing his cup of coffee, Jongin would stumble in, all droopy eyed and endearing. His ears would twitch in Minseok’s direction and he would use his tail to latch onto the elder as though he were an overgrown security blanket. Minseok didn’t mind, of course. He was helplessly enamored by his fluffy hair, his pouty lips, his clingy limbs, and his mischievous tail. In an alarmingly short amount of time, Minseok admitted to himself that he had become rather attached to the boy.
Things changed drastically one Thursday morning. For the first time since the arrival of Exo-K, all of the boys had a rare day off, free of schedules and practicing. The others were out enjoying the unseasonably warm weather while Minseok and Jongin huddled on the couch watching old horror flicks. Every time a jump scare appeared on the screen, Jongin would yelp and burrow into Minseok’s neck, much to his amusement. By the time the movie came to an anticlimactic end, Jongin was in Minseok’s lap, chest rumbling with fear.
“Come on, Jongin. It wasn’t that bad.” Minseok chuckled, gently rubbing Jongin’s ears soothingly. The responding shake of his head followed by a rumbling purr told Minseok that he thought otherwise. Minseok laughed again and attempted to cajole Jongin into getting up.
“Come, Jongin. It’s time for bed. Be a good kitty, okay?” That last bit was said in jest, and Minseok was sure that it would garner some kind of retaliation from Jongin but what he was met with was dead silence. He poked at his side. “Jongin?”
The purring had abruptly stopped, too, for a moment before starting up again much more quietly. Less out of fear, it seemed, and more out of…pleasure?
Minseok was curious, so he tried it again. “You’re a good kitty, aren’t you Jongin?”
This time, Minseok felt a shudder ripple through Jongin’s body that culminated into him arching into Minseok’s embrace. This worried the elder. “Jongin,” he began, placing both hands on his face and forcing him to look at him, “Are you okay?”
Jongin’s face was flushed bright pink and his ears twitched to and fro. His eyes darted everywhere around the room but Minseok’s face. “Do it again,” he mumbled.
Minseok, still confused, obliged the younger boy. “Good kitty?”
Jongin’s mouth fell open and what sounded suspiciously like a whimper escaped his teeth-bitten lips. His eyes fluttered closed and Minseok knew instantly what was happening. That, and he could feel the tell-tale hardness starting to form where Jongin’s hips were still pressed up quite close to his.
“Jongin…” Minseok began but trailed off when he felt the lanky kitty hybrid start to rut gently against him. His breath began to pick up and Minseok could feel himself starting to respond in turn. It was kind of clear what Jongin wanted to happen but he had to be sure….
He put both hands on the gyrating boy’s hips to halt his movements and got a hiss in reply.
“Jongin. Before we do anything, I have to know that you really do want this, ok?” Jongin leaned forward and gently bit at the side of Minseok’s neck. “I do want this,” he mumbled in between tiny kisses pressed against his neck. “I’ve always liked you hyung. Please.”
Minseok ran a hand down the curve of Jongin’s back, scratching at the base of his tail. Jongin lifted his hips into the touch and purred his loudest yet.
“I like you too, Jonginnie. So, so much.”
Getting to Minseok’s room was no easy task when he had a clinging kitty who seemed unwilling to detach from his body for any length of time but they somehow made it. Now, in the semi privacy of his shared room, Minseok was able to divest Jongin of his shirt and was kissing teasingly around his chest, soaking up the high pitched whines that seemed to flow endlessly from Jongin’s mouth. He bit lightly at a swollen nipple and Jongin positively arched clear off the bed with a sweet moan that sent chills down Minseok’s body.
He continued his journey down Jongin’s flat stomach, taking pause to suck a dark mark just under his bellybutton. Jongin whimpered and tugged impatiently at Minseok’s pink hair. Minseok groans at the pressure to his scalp but pries Jongin’s fingers off anyway. He lands a solid smack to a tan, faintly muscled thigh and Jongin yelps. “Good kitties are patient, right?” Minseok says lowly, the warning clear in his voice.
“Ye-yes,” Jongin moans, voice catching at the end, hands clutching at the sheets. His ears are pressed flat against his hair and his chest is heaving. He looks down at Minseok, who at that moment noses at the tent forming in his loose pajama pants, and his claws bite through the sheets.
Feeling merciful, Minseok peels down the pajama pants and his damp boxers at the same time, leaving Jongin naked and trembling, splayed out before him like a feast. He licks his lips unconsciously and Jongin’s dark eyes follow the movement. “C’mon,” he breathes, tail curling up towards Minseok’s bice. “Touch me.”
And do Minseok does.
He eases out of his own clothes and joins Jongin on the bed. Their naked, hot skin pressed together feels like heaven and Minseok struggles not to rut himself into an early orgasm. He captures Jongin’s pretty mouth in a tender kiss that doesn’t match the way their bodies frantically rub up against each other. Jongin gasps, arms digging into the small of Minseok’s back, silently begging him to be closer, to go faster.
“Okay, okay,” Minseok murmurs between kisses. He blindly reaches into the nightstand next to his bed to grab at the half used bottle of lube. “Just relax, okay?” Jongin nods frantically, pressing wet kisses to whatever piece of skin he can reach.
The first finger goes in with ease, Jongin distracted enough by Minseok stroking his tail and sucking hickies all over the expanse of his chest. The second and third are a little more challenging, the stretch burning Jongin tangibly, but Minseok curls a loose fist around his dick and Jongin scratches down Minseok’s back with a shout. Minseok can feel the sting that comes with Jongin dragging his claws down his spine but he’s too caught up in the moment for it to be anything other than arousing.
Soon enough, Minseok’s got three fingers rapidly pumping in and out of Jongin, who tries his best not to come from the digits jabbing relentlessly at his prostate. His pupils are blown wide, and his moans rise higher in pitch the closer he gets to orgasm. Minseok can only watch in awe as Jongin works himself into a frenzy, tail coiling tight around his waist to pull him closer. “M-minseok,” he gasps out, “Hurry up…!” And who was Minseok to deprive this lovely boy of anything?
He pulled away briefly to roll a condom onto his aching dick and slathered on some extra lube, just to be safe. The last thing he ever wanted was to hurt Jongin.
He grabbed Jongin’s right leg and slung it over his shoulder, leaving the sweaty and panting boy very much exposed. The normally very shy Jongin shot Minseok a loaded look and braced his arms against the headboard expectantly. Minseok grew impossibly harder.
He eased his cock in inch by inch and nearly collapsed from how tight and hot Jongin’s welcoming body was to him. By the time he was all the way in, he was sweating profusely with the effort of not coming right then and there. He had to wait. For Jongin.
Jongin on the other hand seemed to be taking it rather well. He was breathing deeply through his nose and slowly but surely relaxing. His thick eyelashes fluttered prettily before his tail loosened its grip on Minseok’s waist. “You can move now.”
Minseok needed seldom more than that before he was withdrawing almost all the way and plunging back in with a sharp thrust. Jongin positively yowled, his claws creating dent marks on the wooden surface of the head board. Minseok built up his pace like this; first slow and deep, gradually picking up speed until he was jackhammering Jongin into the bed. Jongin’s cries, too, escalated until the steady ‘ah...ah...ahhh….’ faded into silent screams that were continuously ripped from his body.
Minseok grabbed his other leg and threw that one over his shoulder too, going impossibly deep and causing Jongin to become almost painfully tight. Little grunts escaped from him now and again as he staved off his impending orgasm to get Jongin to come first. Redoubling his efforts, he leaned down and whispered in Jongin’s ear, “You gonna be good for me? You gonna be a good kitty for me and come?” To which Jongin shuddered violently and wailed, surprising both of them by coming instantly all over his chest. Tears slipped out of his wide, unfocused eyes as he urged Minseok on, begging Minseok to fill him up and make him his, that he was good, and won’t he give him this?
It's those final words that send Minseok crashing into the most intense orgasm of his life, coming so hard that he nearly blacks out.
He does collapse on top of Jongin, sweaty and exhausted, and he just laughs that beautiful quiet giggle that had enamored Minseok so the first time they met. In a tired sort of retaliation, Minseok tugs at a furry ear. This elicits the gentlest of purrs, and Jongin flips them over so that he is curled up on the elder’s muscular chest.
Minseok is still buried quite deeply in Jongin and they are both now covered in his sticky semen. Frankly, Minseok feels disgusting. But Jongin is huddling close, eye lids heavy and slipping closed, and Minseok just lets him.
His ears are tickling his nose and his tail wraps possessively around his calf and Minseok is the happiest he’s been in a very long time.
Kink: catboys
Pairing(s): Minseok/Kai
Word Count: 3,370
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: praise kink
Summary: When Exo gets an unexpected line up change, Minseok finds himself getting attached to a certain adorable kitty hybrid with a beautiful laugh.
Author's Note: Title taken from my favorite moment from the Big Bang Theory. This takes place in a world where Exo K doesn't exist (yet). & I just wanna say thank you to the mods for hosting this fest & being so patient with me, bless. & I hope you all enjoy it :))
<<<< 21 February 2016
Minseok took a large breath before screaming, “I love you New Yoooooooooooooork!!!”
The response was nearly deafening. Thousands upon thousands of people screamed right back, pearl-white lights flickering the way a wave might pass onto a shore.
He glanced to the left and briefly caught sight of Yixing and Tao, playfully splashing each other with water bottles.
He peered towards his right and saw Kris, Jongdae and Luhan taking turns making “snow” angels from the fallen confetti on the stage.
This was it, Minseok thought; sweat pouring down his face from the blaring lights. This was why he did it.
>>>> 29 February 2016
Minseok felt like he might pass out. It had hardly been a week since their North American tour had finished and he’d barely gotten two seconds to breathe before he and the others were carted off to prepare for the encore concerts in Korea.
They had gone well, of course, the fans even livelier now that they had returned but the weariness in his bones is persistent as he all but collapses into his twin sized bed. He can’t find it in himself to regret it though.
To Minseok, it still feels like yesterday that the six of them had debuted and been thrust unceremoniously into the limelight.
Minseok had been a different person back then, a bit chubbier and a lot quieter. He’d only been familiar with another trainee, Jongdae, before being selected to be in a group that would hopefully bridge the gap between Korean and Chinese entertainment: Exo.
At the time, Tao was constantly plastered to Kris’ side while Yixing and Luhan delighted the other trainees and instructors with their powerful dancing skills.
When one of the managers had pulled them all aside, Minseok had been apprehensive. He’d only known Jongdae until then and he was terrible at making new friends. Approximately 3 minutes after the manager had left them to process the news, Tao detached himself from Kris and clung to Minseok like glue, fawning over being able to share a space with the cutest hyung in the world, and somehow Minseok knew everything was going to be alright.
Things certainly weren’t alright now, however. The muscles in Minseok’s lower back were throbbing from overexertion yet he couldn’t muster up the energy to crawl into Yixing’s room where the painkillers were. That was okay. He’d just lay there suffering until one of the others stumbled upon his immobile body spread out on the couch.
Minseok distantly heard the front door opening and closing and twitched minutely. He heard the soft footfalls of who he assumed to be Luhan and prepared himself mentally to be shoved rudely off the couch. He wasn’t disappointed.
He got ready to fire some choice swear words in Mandarin when he paused at the sheer exuberance of Luhan’s smile. This couldn’t be good.
“Minseo-”
“No.”
Luhan pouted and that was never good for anyone. “You didn’t even let me finish.”
Pulling himself off the floor, Minseok scoffed. “Didn’t have to. I know you want something from me and the answer is no.”
Blocking his attempted exit to his room, Luhan bodily shoved Minseok back onto the floor from which he came.
“What the hell Luhan??”
Luhan just looked down at him and shrugged. “You wouldn’t listen to me the first time, so now I have to force you.”
Still scowling on the floor, Minseok glared up at the overly excited man. “Well? I’m waiting.”
“Okay!” Luhan shouted, clapping his hands. Minseok glared further but he chose to ignore that. “You know how our whole ~concept~ as a group is some alien shit about how we came from another planet to do fuckall and blah blah blah blah blah blah?”
Minseok blinked. “Yeah...but why are you-”
“Yeah!” Luhan interrupted, “Well word on the street is that SM’s trying to expand on that concept by adding more members!!”
That made Minseok sit up sharply, irritating the injury on his back. “Shit! What are you talking about?”
Luhan wagged his finger. “Let me finish! To make a very long and boring story short and sweet, we’re getting six new members. We’ll still be known as Exo, but now we’ll be Exo-M and they’ll be Exo-k!”
Minseok was still very much confused and in pain. “K? M??”
“YES!” Luhan all but screamed, excitement bordering on hysteria. “And you know what the best part of it all is?”
Minseok looks up at Luhan from where he was still on the floor, trying to massage a sore spot on his back. “What?”
Luhan’s grin turned manic. “They’re all hybrids!”
Minseok promptly hits the floor. Again.
Minseok and the rest of the group get the official news three days later. The managers herd the six of them into their living and explain that yes, Exo is getting an expansion in group members, and yes, they were all going to be hybrids. Considering the rising popularity of hybrids, Minseok feels like he shouldn’t be all that surprised. SM seems to have people whose specific job is to keep an eye out on the latest trends and latch onto them like leeches. This, he figures, is one of them.
Minseok snaps his attention back to the manager, who is in the middle of discussing rooming arrangements.
“For now,” Jaewon begins, “Until we get the new dormitory read, you all will be three to a room-”
“Three?? We can barely make it work with two people!” Luhan squawks indignantly.
“Speak for yourself,” Tao pipes up, curled up on Yixing’s lap. Yixing smiles serenely. “The more the merrier,” he says, in that lilting voice that suggests he’s not really paying attention at all.
Jaewon sighs, full of resignation, and Minseok shoots him an empathetic glance. He understands all too well how ridiculous they can all be. Kris may be the leader, but for all their rambunctiousness, Minseok as the eldest keeps them all on semi-stable ground.
“Anyway,” Jaewon continues once everyone has mostly quieted down, “They’ll be arriving in the morning. Their beds have already been set up while you all were at your schedules. Don’t stay up late, because you’re all responsible for helping them settle in.”
This is received with a collective groan. Tomorrow was a rare free day. No one really wanted to be up early when they didn’t have to be. No one except Minseok. He couldn’t help being more than a little intrigued. He was looking forward to meeting his unusual bandmates in the morning.
The next morning saw Minseok grumbling in his sleep, struggling to pry his eyes open for more than a few seconds. He had never been a morning person and the new guests arriving is not going to change that. He tries to go for five more minutes when the door to his and Luhan’s shared room creaks open, hesitantly. As though the person was afraid of waking him up…. which definitely was not Luhan’s style.
Minseok threw his arm out to the general direction of where the lamp was, flicking it on and immediately regretting doing so. He struggled to sit up and his eyes squeezed nearly shut reflexively. He blinked them open, with effort, as was met with the sight of an…adorable stranger in the doorway shuffling nervously.
Ah, Minseok thought. The new guys must already be here . Even his sleep deprived mind was able to make out the fuzzy looking cat ears that sat atop a curly mop of brown hair and a tail that seemed to twitch with nervous agitation. That reminded Minseok that he should probably welcome the new kid in properly.
“Ehm…” he began, then cleared his voice of all residual sleepiness. “Welcome?”
Adorable guy blinked and then let out the sweetest husky giggle that Minseok had ever heard. “Thank you.”
Minseok startled. Cutie’s voice was surprisingly deep. “Uh…do you need me to help with anything? Maybe help get your luggage all situated?”
Adorable guy’s face broke out into a megawatt smile. His plush lips stretched into a toothy grin and his eyes curved with happiness. Minseok’s heart beat a little faster. “Sure, thanks! I could really use the help.”
Ah…Minseok thought then. He was well and truly fucked.
It turns out that adorable guy’s real name is Jongin, but for Exo’s sake, he’d be known as Kai. He was almost criminally shy and as it turned out, wasn’t much of a morning person either. As he and Minseok dragged his bags from the van he and the others had arrived in, Minseok got a chance to briefly engage in conversation with the rest of his newly established brother group.
There was the eldest, and therefore leader, named Joonmyeon. He was a cat hybrid like Jongin, with pretty golden ears and a matching bushy tail. Then there was Baekhyun, a feisty dog hybrid with sharp canines and his counterpart Chanyeol. He was a dog hybrid too, but had all of the bite of a three-day old puppy. Next was Kyungsoo, a sharp eyed hamster hybrid who looked like he would gouge Minseok’s eyeballs out if he so much as even thought of him as adorable. Lastly were the two youngest: Sehun, who was a deceptively innocent looking bunny hybrid, and sweet, timid Jongin.
The addition of Exo-K made the already rambunctious dorm nearly unbearable for the first couple weeks they were there. At first it was awkward. None of M, including Minseok, knew what the proper etiquette was when it came to engaging with hybrids. But one lewd joke and hand gesture from Luhan in the middle of a group meeting cut the accumulating tension like a knife.
Tao and Sehun got on like a house on fire, which mildly worried Minseok. He could barely handle a cute and cuddly Tao on a good day let alone deal with two falsely innocent boys, one of which had adorable bunny ears that he could make droop sadly on command. Baekhyun, Jongdae and Chanyeol are the trio from hell and the way Luhan latched on to Joonmyun was just downright scary.
But Jongin…he stuck to Minseok like glue. In the mornings when Minseok would be fixing his cup of coffee, Jongin would stumble in, all droopy eyed and endearing. His ears would twitch in Minseok’s direction and he would use his tail to latch onto the elder as though he were an overgrown security blanket. Minseok didn’t mind, of course. He was helplessly enamored by his fluffy hair, his pouty lips, his clingy limbs, and his mischievous tail. In an alarmingly short amount of time, Minseok admitted to himself that he had become rather attached to the boy.
Things changed drastically one Thursday morning. For the first time since the arrival of Exo-K, all of the boys had a rare day off, free of schedules and practicing. The others were out enjoying the unseasonably warm weather while Minseok and Jongin huddled on the couch watching old horror flicks. Every time a jump scare appeared on the screen, Jongin would yelp and burrow into Minseok’s neck, much to his amusement. By the time the movie came to an anticlimactic end, Jongin was in Minseok’s lap, chest rumbling with fear.
“Come on, Jongin. It wasn’t that bad.” Minseok chuckled, gently rubbing Jongin’s ears soothingly. The responding shake of his head followed by a rumbling purr told Minseok that he thought otherwise. Minseok laughed again and attempted to cajole Jongin into getting up.
“Come, Jongin. It’s time for bed. Be a good kitty, okay?” That last bit was said in jest, and Minseok was sure that it would garner some kind of retaliation from Jongin but what he was met with was dead silence. He poked at his side. “Jongin?”
The purring had abruptly stopped, too, for a moment before starting up again much more quietly. Less out of fear, it seemed, and more out of…pleasure?
Minseok was curious, so he tried it again. “You’re a good kitty, aren’t you Jongin?”
This time, Minseok felt a shudder ripple through Jongin’s body that culminated into him arching into Minseok’s embrace. This worried the elder. “Jongin,” he began, placing both hands on his face and forcing him to look at him, “Are you okay?”
Jongin’s face was flushed bright pink and his ears twitched to and fro. His eyes darted everywhere around the room but Minseok’s face. “Do it again,” he mumbled.
Minseok, still confused, obliged the younger boy. “Good kitty?”
Jongin’s mouth fell open and what sounded suspiciously like a whimper escaped his teeth-bitten lips. His eyes fluttered closed and Minseok knew instantly what was happening. That, and he could feel the tell-tale hardness starting to form where Jongin’s hips were still pressed up quite close to his.
“Jongin…” Minseok began but trailed off when he felt the lanky kitty hybrid start to rut gently against him. His breath began to pick up and Minseok could feel himself starting to respond in turn. It was kind of clear what Jongin wanted to happen but he had to be sure….
He put both hands on the gyrating boy’s hips to halt his movements and got a hiss in reply.
“Jongin. Before we do anything, I have to know that you really do want this, ok?” Jongin leaned forward and gently bit at the side of Minseok’s neck. “I do want this,” he mumbled in between tiny kisses pressed against his neck. “I’ve always liked you hyung. Please.”
Minseok ran a hand down the curve of Jongin’s back, scratching at the base of his tail. Jongin lifted his hips into the touch and purred his loudest yet.
“I like you too, Jonginnie. So, so much.”
Getting to Minseok’s room was no easy task when he had a clinging kitty who seemed unwilling to detach from his body for any length of time but they somehow made it. Now, in the semi privacy of his shared room, Minseok was able to divest Jongin of his shirt and was kissing teasingly around his chest, soaking up the high pitched whines that seemed to flow endlessly from Jongin’s mouth. He bit lightly at a swollen nipple and Jongin positively arched clear off the bed with a sweet moan that sent chills down Minseok’s body.
He continued his journey down Jongin’s flat stomach, taking pause to suck a dark mark just under his bellybutton. Jongin whimpered and tugged impatiently at Minseok’s pink hair. Minseok groans at the pressure to his scalp but pries Jongin’s fingers off anyway. He lands a solid smack to a tan, faintly muscled thigh and Jongin yelps. “Good kitties are patient, right?” Minseok says lowly, the warning clear in his voice.
“Ye-yes,” Jongin moans, voice catching at the end, hands clutching at the sheets. His ears are pressed flat against his hair and his chest is heaving. He looks down at Minseok, who at that moment noses at the tent forming in his loose pajama pants, and his claws bite through the sheets.
Feeling merciful, Minseok peels down the pajama pants and his damp boxers at the same time, leaving Jongin naked and trembling, splayed out before him like a feast. He licks his lips unconsciously and Jongin’s dark eyes follow the movement. “C’mon,” he breathes, tail curling up towards Minseok’s bice. “Touch me.”
And do Minseok does.
He eases out of his own clothes and joins Jongin on the bed. Their naked, hot skin pressed together feels like heaven and Minseok struggles not to rut himself into an early orgasm. He captures Jongin’s pretty mouth in a tender kiss that doesn’t match the way their bodies frantically rub up against each other. Jongin gasps, arms digging into the small of Minseok’s back, silently begging him to be closer, to go faster.
“Okay, okay,” Minseok murmurs between kisses. He blindly reaches into the nightstand next to his bed to grab at the half used bottle of lube. “Just relax, okay?” Jongin nods frantically, pressing wet kisses to whatever piece of skin he can reach.
The first finger goes in with ease, Jongin distracted enough by Minseok stroking his tail and sucking hickies all over the expanse of his chest. The second and third are a little more challenging, the stretch burning Jongin tangibly, but Minseok curls a loose fist around his dick and Jongin scratches down Minseok’s back with a shout. Minseok can feel the sting that comes with Jongin dragging his claws down his spine but he’s too caught up in the moment for it to be anything other than arousing.
Soon enough, Minseok’s got three fingers rapidly pumping in and out of Jongin, who tries his best not to come from the digits jabbing relentlessly at his prostate. His pupils are blown wide, and his moans rise higher in pitch the closer he gets to orgasm. Minseok can only watch in awe as Jongin works himself into a frenzy, tail coiling tight around his waist to pull him closer. “M-minseok,” he gasps out, “Hurry up…!” And who was Minseok to deprive this lovely boy of anything?
He pulled away briefly to roll a condom onto his aching dick and slathered on some extra lube, just to be safe. The last thing he ever wanted was to hurt Jongin.
He grabbed Jongin’s right leg and slung it over his shoulder, leaving the sweaty and panting boy very much exposed. The normally very shy Jongin shot Minseok a loaded look and braced his arms against the headboard expectantly. Minseok grew impossibly harder.
He eased his cock in inch by inch and nearly collapsed from how tight and hot Jongin’s welcoming body was to him. By the time he was all the way in, he was sweating profusely with the effort of not coming right then and there. He had to wait. For Jongin.
Jongin on the other hand seemed to be taking it rather well. He was breathing deeply through his nose and slowly but surely relaxing. His thick eyelashes fluttered prettily before his tail loosened its grip on Minseok’s waist. “You can move now.”
Minseok needed seldom more than that before he was withdrawing almost all the way and plunging back in with a sharp thrust. Jongin positively yowled, his claws creating dent marks on the wooden surface of the head board. Minseok built up his pace like this; first slow and deep, gradually picking up speed until he was jackhammering Jongin into the bed. Jongin’s cries, too, escalated until the steady ‘ah...ah...ahhh….’ faded into silent screams that were continuously ripped from his body.
Minseok grabbed his other leg and threw that one over his shoulder too, going impossibly deep and causing Jongin to become almost painfully tight. Little grunts escaped from him now and again as he staved off his impending orgasm to get Jongin to come first. Redoubling his efforts, he leaned down and whispered in Jongin’s ear, “You gonna be good for me? You gonna be a good kitty for me and come?” To which Jongin shuddered violently and wailed, surprising both of them by coming instantly all over his chest. Tears slipped out of his wide, unfocused eyes as he urged Minseok on, begging Minseok to fill him up and make him his, that he was good, and won’t he give him this?
It's those final words that send Minseok crashing into the most intense orgasm of his life, coming so hard that he nearly blacks out.
He does collapse on top of Jongin, sweaty and exhausted, and he just laughs that beautiful quiet giggle that had enamored Minseok so the first time they met. In a tired sort of retaliation, Minseok tugs at a furry ear. This elicits the gentlest of purrs, and Jongin flips them over so that he is curled up on the elder’s muscular chest.
Minseok is still buried quite deeply in Jongin and they are both now covered in his sticky semen. Frankly, Minseok feels disgusting. But Jongin is huddling close, eye lids heavy and slipping closed, and Minseok just lets him.
His ears are tickling his nose and his tail wraps possessively around his calf and Minseok is the happiest he’s been in a very long time.