#jun drabble

Jun sniffed back a laugh, his shoulders shaking.

“Nooo,” he drawled dramatically, pretending to be offended. “It’s a three-colored cat. There’s no such thing as an ugly-color cat.”

Anya tilted her head — her usual thinking pose — lips pursed, eyes narrowed. Then she released a long, exaggerated sigh. “Alright. What color cat?”

“Three-colored cat,” Jun repeated, smiling as he shifted her higher on his hip.

“Oh!” Anya perked up instantly, kicking her legs in excitement. “It has orange! And black! And lots of white! Cute!”

Her joy burst out of her like sunlight — warm, bright, and impossible to contain. She wriggled in his arms as if ready to launch straight toward the kitten, and Jun tightened his hold with a soft grin, laughter slipping out before he could stop it.

“Can we bring it home, please?” she pleaded. “I’ll take care of it. Promise.” Her eyes grew round and glossy — the exact weapon she used whenever she wanted something. A tiny pout trembled at the corners of her mouth, just enough to make Jun’s heart clench in the helpless way only fathers understood.

“We need Mama’s permission for that,” he said gently, brushing a stray curl from her cheek. His tone carried that soft responsibility — the kind meant to cushion disappointment without crushing hope.

Anya froze. Her pout deepened. “But Baba…”

“That’s the rule,” he reminded her, tapping the tip of her nose. “Big decisions need Mama’s yes.”

She slumped against his shoulder with dramatic defeat, letting out a sigh far too heavy for a four-year-old.

“Mama always says no…”

Jun smiled — quiet, helpless — because she wasn’t entirely wrong. “Well,” he murmured, lowering his head to kiss her hair, “maybe she’ll say yes this time.”

Anya peeked up, hope flickering back into her eyes like a small spark relighting. “If I say ‘please’?”

“If you say please,” Jun whispered, “and… maybe if the kitty likes you back.”

As if summoned, the tricolor kitten let out a soft meow and turned its head toward them, its eyes curious and unafraid.

Anya’s mouth fell open in wonder. “Baba,” she whispered urgently, tugging at his shirt, “I think it likes me.”

She hesitated — a tiny, worried crease forming between her brows. “But what if Mama still says no?”

Jun shifted her closer, lowering his voice to something tender and steady. “I’ll find a way, baby,” he promised. “Anything for you.”

*

“No…”

You stared at the bathroom light switch like it personally betrayed you. One click. Nothing. Another click. Still darkness.

You let out a long, dramatic sigh and facepalmed. Of course. Of course he did. There was only one man in this house capable of creating chaos with the confidence of a movie villain, your husband, Jun.

First, the jar incident. Every lid tightened to the strength level of “Olympic gold medalist.” You’d nearly dislocated your shoulder trying to open the salt. And of course you had to call him over for help. Which was extra annoying because you two had just argued about the tricolor kitten Anya begged to adopt.

Second, the water spontaneously giving up on life while you were washing dishes. You’d been mid-scrubbing a plate when the faucet sputtered.

Cue you yelling, “Jun, the sink is having a breakdown.”

He “fixed” it and, very conveniently, took over dish duty with suspicious cheerfulness.

And now? The bathroom light. Sabotaged. You flicked the switch again — aggressively this time — just to make sure he heard.

Right on cue, Jun appeared in the doorway of the master bedroom like he’d been waiting backstage for his entrance.

“What’s wrong, babe?” he asked, voice all soft innocence.

You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, giving him your best “I am onto you” stare.

“Why? What happened?” he said, mirroring your posture — leaning back on the wall, arms crossed, smile growing way too fast for someone who was supposedly concerned.

“Stop it,” you said flatly. “You know I don’t like cats anymore.”

Jun lifted his eyebrows as if you just accused him of murder.

“We’re done talking about the cat, babe,” he declared, hand on his chest like a man reciting wedding vows. “You said it was final. No cats. And I respect that.”

He said it so sweetly you almost believed him. Almost. Except for the tiny smug curl at the corner of his mouth.

You exhaled sharply and ran your fingers through your hair. “Then explain this,” you gestured wildly. “The jars. The water. And now—”

You flicked the switch again like you were summoning a ghost. “The light won’t even turn on.”

Jun walked toward you, humming thoughtfully, inspecting the light with all the seriousness of a man checking a potato.

“I’ll fix it, babe,” he said, patting your shoulder. “No need to get all worked up.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Oh, I am worked up. I’m fully worked. I’m premium worked.”

Jun bit back a laugh — badly. “Why would I sabotage the house?” he asked, as if the answer wasn’t four years old, chubby-cheeked, and currently plotting with crayons in the living room.

You crossed your arms tighter. “Because you and your daughter want a cat.”

Jun pressed his lips together. “Allegedly,” he corrected.

You threw your hands up. “Oh my God.”

He leaned closer, smiling like you just declared war. “Babe,” he whispered dramatically, “this is all a coincidence.” You stared at him. Another flick. Dark.

He stared back. “…Coincidence?” you repeated.

Jun nodded, eyes sparkling. “A very adorable coincidence.”

Jun tightened the last screw on the light fixture, stepped back with a flourish, and flicked the switch. The bathroom lit up instantly. He turned to you with both hands raised like he’d just completed a magic trick.

“Done. You may do your thing here, your majesty.”

You stared at him. Long. Hard. The kind of stare that usually came right before you chose patience over prison time.

Then you sighed. A deep, soul-drained sigh. “I don’t want to act childish,” you said slowly, “but you’re definitely doing one, Wen Junhui.”

Jun clutched his chest dramatically. “I didn’t do anything, babe…”

“Yes,” you muttered, brushing past him, “and I’m the Queen of England.”

You stepped into the shower, letting the water drown out your irritation. But the whole time, you could practically feel Jun smirking from outside — smug, confident, absolutely certain he’d win.

And annoyingly, he would.

By the time you stepped out, skin warm and hair damp, Jun was sprawled on the bed like he owned every inch of it. One arm behind his head, shirt riding up just enough to show the faint lines of his stomach — he always looked like this right after mischief, relaxed and very, very pleased with himself.

You grabbed your towel tighter. “Jun,” you called.

He hummed, eyes on you instantly.

You exhaled, defeated but strangely lighter. “Bring that cat,” you said. A pause. “Tomorrow.”

*

Anya had been talking nonstop since the moment Jun buckled her into her car seat.

The kitten — tiny, fluffy, and extremely confused — sat in the small carrier Jun had oh-so-mysteriously “already prepared,” right beside her. Every few seconds, a tiny paw poked through the bars, batting at the air.

“Mama, it likes fruit names,” Anya declared with the confidence of a CEO presenting a business proposal.

Jun tried — truly tried — to keep his eyes on the road, but his smile kept growing each time Anya babbled another name.

“Kiwi,” she repeated, leaning forward to stick her face against the carrier. “Do you like Kiwi? Blink if yes.”

The kitten blinked. Anya gasped dramatically. “Baba! It said yes!”

Jun laughed under his breath, shaking his head. “That’s not how blinking works, baby.”

“Yes it is,” she insisted, crossing her arms with a tiny huff. “Cats blink when they like you.”

You turned a little in your seat, raising a brow. “She’s not wrong,” you muttered, more to yourself than anyone else.

Jun shot you a look — that soft, ridiculously fond look — the one that appeared any time you defended his daughter’s logic.

Anya wasn’t done. “Or Banana!” she chirped, tapping the cage lightly. “Banana is yellow. This cat has orange. Orange is ALMOST yellow. So Banana!”

The kitten meowed once, confused but cooperative.

Jun let out another quiet laugh, the kind that rumbled warmly through the car. “She’s really committed,” he said, glancing at you with a grin. “Kiwi or Banana, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your lips betrayed you, curving up despite yourself.

“But… isn’t Kiwi Banana gonna be scared to go to the doctor?”

Anya’s voice was small but grave, the kind of seriousness only a four-year-old could summon over a tiny creature sitting in a pet carrier.

They were on the way to the vet, and the kitten — newly christened Kiwi Banana, thanks to Anya’s triumphant declaration of “Three colors, two names, one kitten!” — let out a soft mewl from inside the cage.

Jun glanced at her through the rearview mirror. “You think so, baby?”

“Yes,” she said immediately, clutching her stuffed bunny tighter. “Doctor means needles. And needles means… ouchie.”

She made a little face, scrunching her nose in sympathy toward the kitten.

You turned slightly in your seat. “Anya, the vet is a nice doctor. They help animals feel better so they can grow strong and healthy.”

Anya didn’t look convinced.

“But Baba, what if Kiwi Banana thinks we’re betraying it? We just met! What if it runs away from home and never forgives us and becomes—”

She paused dramatically.

“—a wild forest cat?”

Jun’s laugh slipped out before he could catch it. “A wild forest cat?” he echoed.

“Yes!” she said, pointing one finger into the air like she was explaining a legal clause. “Because if you feel betrayed… you go to forest.”

You pressed your lips together, holding back a laugh.

“Is that how it works?”

“Yes,” she said again, with absolute finality.

Jun shook his head with a smile. “Baby, Kiwi Banana won’t get scared. You know why?”

Anya leaned forward a little. “Why?”

“Because you’re going with it,” Jun said gently. “And Kiwi Banana already likes you.”

The kitten meowed right on cue, as if agreeing.

Anya gasped softly, eyes going wide.

“Baba… it said yes again.”

Jun shot you a look — proud, soft, slightly smug — and your heart dipped, warm, despite your earlier resistance.

You turned back to Anya. “And you can hold its paw while the doctor checks it, okay? That’ll make it feel safe.”

“Mama,” Anya said suddenly, her tone shifting into that quiet, suspicious softness children use right before exposing adult secrets.

“You seem to know a lot about cats.”

“I thought you don’t like cats,” she added, squinting at you like a tiny investigator.

You cleared your throat. “I don’t dislike cats,” you said carefully. “I just… don’t prefer them.”

Anya tilted her head. “But you said vet is nice doctor. And you held Kiwi Banana like he’s a fragile egg. And you said he needs warm towel and quiet place and also you wiped his eye—”

“Okay, okay, detective,” you cut in, holding up a hand. “I know basic things.”

Jun turned his head for a second, the movement small, almost hesitant—like he’d just said something he wasn’t sure he was supposed to.

“Mama used to have… ten cats,” he said quietly.

The words hung there, softer than before, slipping into the air the way old memories tend to resurface—uninvited, but gentle.

You didn’t respond right away.

Your gaze had drifted somewhere past the kitten, past the parking lot, past the afternoon light—somewhere Jun couldn’t follow. Not yet.

Anya, oblivious, perked up. “Ten? Mama, really?”

But Jun wasn’t looking at her anymore. He was looking at you. The way your fingers tightened slightly on the strap of your bag. The way your breath paused—just a moment.

The way your eyes stayed distant, even though your face tried to arrange itself into something casual. He’d heard the story before—briefly, vaguely. Ten cats. A busy little house. You, smiling in every memory.

You finally blinked, shaking yourself back. “That was… a long time ago,” you murmured, giving a small smile that didn’t sit the way your real smiles usually do.

Jun watched you for another second—really watched—before turning back to Anya.

“Yeah,” he said, gentle. “A long time ago.”

The tone settled over the three of you like a soft breeze—warm, but carrying something else in it. Something unspoken. But for now, he didn’t press.

For now, he just understood.

*

“We’re doing it together…”

“Don’t leave me!”

“Please…”

“Don’t—!”

You shot up with a broken gasp, air clawing its way into your lungs. Your chest heaved, fingers trembling against the sheets as the last echo of the nightmare clung to you like something alive.

Jun stirred immediately. He blinked awake, already reaching for you before he was fully conscious.

“Love?” His voice was soft, rough from sleep. “What’s wrong?”

You couldn’t answer—your breaths came short and sharp, sweat cooling along your temples. He pushed himself upright beside you, worry settling into his features the moment he saw your expression.

“Hey… hey.” Jun cupped the back of your head gently, guiding your forehead to his shoulder. “It’s okay. You’re okay. It’s just a dream.”

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, as if needing proof that he was real—that he was here.

Jun wrapped an arm around you, firm and grounding, the kind of embrace that held you without trapping you.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered against your hair. “I’m right here.”

The room was dark and still, the only sound was your uneven breathing—slowly, slowly softening as his thumb traced steady circles on your arm, coaxing you back into the present.

“Is it the fire again?” Jun asked quietly, once your breathing began to steady.

You hesitated—then gave a small nod.

Jun didn’t press. He simply reached over to the nightstand, fingers closing around the glass of water he always left there for you before bed. Just in case.

“Here,” he murmured.

You took it with slightly trembling hands and brought it to your lips, sipping slowly. The cool water helped—grounding you, pulling you away from the lingering heat of the flames in your dream. Jun watched you with gentle eyes, his hand resting lightly against your back, steady and present.

When you lowered the glass, he brushed a strand of hair from your face.

“You’re safe, love.”

The dream always came the same way— a fire swallowing your childhood home, flames crawling up the walls faster than your legs could run. And your cats— all ten of them— were trapped inside.

In the dream, you always tried. You always screamed for them. You always reached for the door even when the heat blistered your skin. And just like every time, you always failed.

Only one of them had survived in real life. It had escaped the fire by a miracle— bolting out through the back window just in time. You found it the next day, shaking so hard its small body rattled against your arms.

Life after losing the house was no kinder. You moved from place to place, your one surviving cat clutched to your chest, its terrified eyes mirroring your own. The only difference was that you’d become good at pretending you weren’t scared.

“We’re doing this together,” you used to whisper to it at night.

But even together wasn’t enough. It left you, too— not by choice, but by life’s cruelty. And the wound it carved into you never really healed.

You remembered crying over the tiny grave, hands shaking as you pressed the soil down. “I should’ve given you a home.”

That guilt settled in your bones. And from then on, you weren’t the same. You distanced yourself from cats— from the memories, from the attachment, from the possibility of losing something you loved that deeply again. Any cat was too close to the past. Too close to the fire. Too close to the pain you never let yourself revisit.

You ended up on the living room couch that night, legs curled beneath a blanket, the shadows quiet around you. Sleep wouldn’t come—not after the nightmare, not with your heart still unsteady.

Jun was already fast asleep in the bedroom, worn out from the day. And you— you didn’t want to show him this side of you again. Not tonight.

A tiny meow broke the silence.

You blinked, surprised. Kiwi Banana—somehow—was already padding across the floor, wobbling a little as it hurried toward you. You hadn’t even noticed Anya’s door was open a crack.

Before you could react, the kitten hopped onto the couch and plopped onto your lap, immediately purring. Its tiny paws kneaded at the blanket as it made itself comfortable, then finally rested its head on your thigh with a soft sigh.

A small smile tugged at your lips. The ache in your chest loosened. “You’re just like her,” you whispered. Your old tricolor cat. “Same color… same personality.”

Kiwi Banana answered with a muted little meow— whether in agreement or mild complaint, you couldn’t tell. You let out a tiny chuckle anyway. The fear you’d been carrying—of loving a cat again, of remembering—faded just a little.

“Tell me she’s okay…” you murmured, hand brushing gently over its tiny back. Kiwi Banana cracked one eye open, stared at you, meowed once— and then, in true cat fashion, turned around to present its butt to you before settling down again.

You snorted softly. “Rude,” you whispered, still smiling.

You leaned slowly against the couch’s armrest, your hand resting lightly on the kitten’s side. Kiwi Banana’s breathing grew slow, steady—warm against your leg.

And before you realized it, lulled by the soft purring and the quiet comfort, your eyes drifted shut. Sleep came easier this time.

*

You woke to the soft sound of someone whispering nearby—light, excited, and terribly close to your ear.

“Mama… Mamaaa, look…”

Your eyelids fluttered open, slow and heavy. Morning sunlight was already spilling through the curtains, warm and gold against your skin. The blanket had slipped halfway off, and curled right on top of your stomach was Kiwi Banana, purring like an engine.

Then you saw Anya. She was kneeling beside the couch in her pajama shorts, hair sticking in every direction, eyes wide with pure wonder.

“Mama, you’re soooo cute…” she whispered dramatically, as if she’d stumbled upon a rare forest creature. “Sleeping with Kiwi Banana… like best friends…”

You groaned softly, rubbing your face. Kiwi Banana stretched, tiny paws pressing into your shirt before settling again. “Anya… why are you awake this early?”

Though judging from the light, it wasn’t that early—just earlier than your usual waking time.

She puffed her cheeks. “I woke up and kitty wasn’t in my room! So I followed it. And then—” she pointed at you with all the intensity of a detective revealing a culprit— “I found this.”

You glanced down at the kitten sprawled on you like a warm, furry badge.

“Mama likes Kiwi Banana now?” Anya asked, hope sparkling in her eyes.

The kitten yawned—as if answering for you.

You exhaled, resigned. “…Maybe a little.”

Anya clapped both hands over her mouth to keep from screaming. It didn’t work. “BABA!!” she shrieked towards the hallway, “MAMA LOVES KIWI BANANA!!”

From the bedroom came Jun’s sleepy, confused voice, “What—already? It’s morning…”

You covered your face again. Too late. L The whole house already knew.

Kiwi Banana didn’t stay that tiny for long. Months passed, and somehow the kitten who once fit perfectly on your stomach grew into a round, spoiled ball of fur—with a belly that jiggled when it trotted and a face that had perfected the art of guilt-tripping you into extra treats.

Jun swore it wasn’t his fault. You swore it wasn’t yours. Anya didn’t swear anything—she openly blamed both of you.

“Mama, you love Kiwi Banana too much,” she complained one afternoon as the cat waddled proudly across the living room like a royal parade float.

You scooped the chunky creature into your arms anyway. “And what’s wrong with that?”

Kiwi Banana purred, melting into your embrace with the confidence of a cat who knew it was adored.

The fear you once held—the ache of old memories, the guilt, the trauma—had softened over time, replaced by something gentler. Something healing.

Jun wrapped an arm around your shoulders from behind, resting his chin lightly on your head as he watched the cat kneading your shirt with chubby paws.

“Told you,” he murmured with a smile, “you were always a cat person.”

You shot him a look. He kissed your cheek anyway. Kiwi Banana flopped dramatically in your arms, exposing its belly in complete trust.

And for the first time in a long, long while, loving a cat didn’t hurt. It felt like coming home. The home you built now—warm, noisy, messy, full of laughter. Full of Jun, full of Anya.

And full of one very fat, very loved Kiwi Banana.

End.

Footnote:

Grief lingers, but love does, too.

Two years ago, the fire took my home… and all the little lives I loved within it. The guilt clung to me like smoke, staining everything I touched. But my tricolor Simi — my brave girl — survived long enough to show me that even in ruin, love doesn’t burn out so easily.

Fly high, my baby.

I carry you in every quiet morning, every soft memory, every warm place my heart still knows how to hold.

You left your clothes on a resting chair close to the pool, preferring to swim without any fabric restricting your movement. As a penguin hybrid you simply loved jumping into the water and diving into the deep before getting back up and breaking through the surface.

Most of the time you felt the most free being in the pool like this - something you simply couldn’t do during the day with lots of other people and humans around, who wouldn’t understand the urges a hybrid had.

You swam through the water, using the ability to hold your breath for quite some time, when you felt a shift around you.

As if your instincts recognised something you weren’t aware of just yet. You stopped in your movements, floating through the water. With the tiniest movements of your hands you turned around your own axis, scanning the waters around you.

Even with the moonlight shining through the large windows of the pool, most of the water stayed in the dark.

From the corner of your eyes, you thought seeing a shadow gliding through the water. You quickly turned around, a deep fear gripping your heart. 

Something or someone was here with you.

You slowly dove deeper. The fear of being attacked from any side, playing in the back of your mind. Your head turned around every few seconds, making sure you weren’t being followed.

Yet, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.

With the unease spreading through your whole body, you decided on a whim that you needed to leave the pool as fast as possible.

You sped up and swam across the pool to your clothes, knowing you had an advantage inside the water.

Though when you reached the edge and wanted to pull yourself out of the water, a large hand grabbed your leg and pulled you right back into the water.

You yelled out, swallowing a bunch of water in the process. The second you were pushed through the surface again, you started coughing, barely aware you were held by someone.

“Surprise”, Jun whispered into your ear, holding you close to his own body. 

Realisation washed over you upon hearing his voice. It was nearly too obvious that your penguin side started panicking with Jun’s seal hybrid side, swimming around you. It still left you restless but now you felt a lot more calmer.

You turned around in his embrace and weakly hit his chest with a prominent pout on your lips. “You scared me.”

“I know”, he snickered and nosed along your jawline, “I was able to smell your fear. It was. Arousing.” He hummed again, inhaling once more.

You knew this time he smelled not just the fear still inside of you, but the lust spiking as well from his words alone.

“Let us play a game”, he whispered, pulling you momentarily close against his body, where you felt his hardening dick straining against his boxers. “You’re going to swim away and if I catch you, I’ll fuck you right inside this pool.”

Your breath hitched. “What if you don’t catch me?”

“Then I’ll fuck you when we’re back at your place.”

Day 9 | Day 11

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Junhui was a patient man. But this had been going on for the better part of an hour, and he had yet to stick his dick inside of your pussy and truly there was only so much you could take. 

You were a mess on top of him. You were braced against the headboard of the bed, face ducked down and contorted in pleasure as you dragged your pussy down the length of Junhui’s torso. His abs were coated in your juices, glistening in the bedroom light. 

Harsh pants left your mouth as you grinded down on his abdomen, your cunt chasing release, trying to gain traction. But his torso was soaked and there was only so much it could give. 

You couldn’t come like this, he knew. Junhui, while patient, was also observant when it came to you. He knew you needed something up your cunt, needed to be filled and stretched. Knew you needed his cock buried inside of you. 

Jun’s hands flexed against your hips, thumbs pressing into the fat there and indenting it. He slowed your hips to a stop, revealing in how utterly destroyed you looked as you blinked down at him, mouth parting. 

“Do you want help, baobei?”

You shook your head, wiggling your hips. When his grip didn’t lessen, you bore down on him, pressing your clit down and against the hard muscles of his stomach. He hadn’t really understood what you meant when you proposed this, when you shyly asked if you could ride his abs. But Jun, patient, observant Jun, was up to most anything and could never deny you. 

But then you had begun dragging your cunt over his abs, driving your clit down in an attempt to get some relief, juices coating his chest, and Jun couldn’t help but agree with you that this was a wonderful idea. 

“I can --” You panted, biting down on your lip. “I can do it.”

Jun sighed. Using his grip on you, he up-heaved you off of him and onto the bed beside him. You let out a shriek of shock at the sudden movement, eyes wide and looking up at him like a startled deer. 

Jun wedged himself between your thighs, forcing them open and revealing your cunt. He shoved two of his fingers in, your pussy quickly clenching him and trying to coax more, even though his fingers were as deep as they went. Jun adjusted his hand, pressing a third finger in. He stretched them out, dragging against your walls and mapping them out. 

“Wasn’t really asking,” He told you, watching in delight as your back arched off the bed and little cries, pleas, left your lips. “This is my pussy, you know? I get the final say over it.”

He wasn’t a possessive man at all. Jun shared most things in his life, bar you. He always offered his snacks and food, always offered you the first sip of his drink. Being possessive wasn’t in his nature. But he liked the little eager gleam you got in your eyes whenever he pressed himself against your side and draped over you, when he called your cunt his and left bruises high on your neck. 

Finally, Jun guided his long, slender, red and angry cock into your hungry cunt. He fed it in, groaning and eyes fluttering as your pussy clenched around him. When people asked him what he wanted to do with his life, what he wanted in the future, he always had to lie; how could Jun possibly say that the only thing he wanted in life was to be constantly buried in you, coated in your pussy juices and his ears filled with your moans?

“Stupid. Freaking. Animal.” you grumbled under your breath as you placed the letters spelling 'Mr. O Possum' into the board under 'Naughty Cat of the Week'.

As it was the week of Valentine’s Day, the board was also adorned with pink and red cardboard hearts, but your mood didn’t quite match.

“Mr. Opossum again?” Jun found himself asking before he could help himself.

You jumped slightly, startled at the sudden appearance.

“That’s like the third time, right?”

“Yes,” you nodded, surprised that someone was keeping track of the weekly announcements. “Why do you know that?”

“Ah, that…,” Jun scratched his head sheepishly, giving you a once over. “I live nearby. I love the weekly Nice and Naughty Cat announcements, so I make sure to pass by on Mondays.”

You looked away, shy, as chest squeezed at his adorable explanation and boxy smile.

“Who’s the nice cat of the week?” Jun asked.

His eyes were so round with curiosity and it filled you with an overwhelming desire to kiss him on the mouth. Luckily you managed not to do that.

“Oh it’s Maxi!” you were excited to report, pulling out a picture of the white cat.

“Oh! Her ears?” Jun gasped, pointing at the C-shaped appendages on her head.

“Yes, she has curly ears! It’s a mutation that makes them look like that,” you gushed. “Would you like to see her in person?”

“Yes!” he nodded enthusiastically, allowing you to lead the way. You pointed to Maxi’s kennel where she looked up at you both curiously. Jun let out an adorable squeak as he crouched down to look at her more closely.

A warmth filled your chest as you watched him watch her, his chin resting on his fist. He was tall and small at the same time in a way that confused and intrigued you.

Jun tried to keep his cool as he felt your eyes on him. He’d been a little flustered to meet you, the person behind his precious updates, and to learn that you were cute in addition to funny.

“So what will become of Mr. Opossum?” he found himself asking as he stood.

“I released him, but I’m worried he’s going to come back!” you enthused. “If he comes back, I’ll have to figure out how to get him to the next town over or something.”

“Ah,” Jun nodded. “Well I’d be happy to help, if that’s the case.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, looking at you through the pieces of hair that had fallen into his eyes. “I can leave you my number?”

“S-sure,” you nodded.

“Great. I’ll keep my fingers crossed that Mr. Opossum makes another appearance on the naughty board,” he grinned. “Or maybe me?”

Jun waves his hand in front of his friend’s face, bringing him back to the moment as he licks his lips, before meeting your eyes and moving them to Jun’s, feeling his cheeks going warm with embarrassment. “Sorry…I got lost in thought. I don’t know if this is a good idea, besides you two don’t owe me anything. You deserved your privacy. Which I didn’t really give you.” 

Jun scoffs a bit, before biting at his bottom lip as he moves his arm from around you to run a hand over your leg to rub your thigh, just out of habit, as he furrows his brows. “I would have let you know if either of us were upset with you seeing us…or watching. Clearly, it had another effect. Honestly, it’s turning me on thinking about it.”

You let out a breath and glance at Jun at his bold confession, before looking back to Minghao, who looks away a bit shyly and runs a hand over the back of his neck. 

“Minghao…” Your softer voice draws him back in, causing him to turn his gaze back to you as you smile. “I wasn’t sure about this either, and if you don’t want to do this, if you don’t want me, that’s okay. You can leave. We won’t be mad. I won’t be mad or offended. Jun pointed out that I…like you. I’m attracted to you, I always have been. So knowing you watched…then turned someone else away to protect us.” You smile brighter, making Minghao match your smile a bit as he is almost drawn to leaning towards you. “I really would like to thank you for that.” 

“You’re attracted to me? Jun is okay with that?” He glances at Jun, who raises a brow and smirks before nodding.

“I’m not an idiot, Minghao. I watch her all the time when she’s doing our makeup. The way she looks at you, she gets lost in you. It would be cruel of me to deny her the opportunity to play with you at least once. I’m not a selfish man, I think you know that. You’ve known me for a very long time.” 

You rub your lips together as Jun’s fingers slide along your inner thigh as he speaks to Minghao. The man across from you follows his slender fingers with his eyes. You can almost see his mouth watering as he swallows hard and stammers over his words. “W–what would we do?”

Jun smiles and moves his fingers from your leg, breaking Minghao’s concentration and drawing his eyes upwards towards yours as you smile at your boyfriend’s best friend softly. “Whatever she wants to do. Whatever she feels comfortable doing.” 

Minghao nods after a moment, and Jun claps his hands together softly, before rubbing his palms together and standing. He offers you a hand, which you take, before standing and extending your free hand out.

After letting his eyes almost study your fingers for a moment, Minghao finally takes your hand, letting you lace your fingers with his. He moves to his feet, following the two of you as Jun leads you both towards the bedroom. 

Jun drops your hand, letting you stay where you are as he turns to look at you and his friend as he smiles, tilting his head and seeing how nervous you both are. Clearly you are more anxious, excited, aroused, whereas Minghao is tentative, a bit scared, but clearly horny from the bulge growing in his jeans. “Relax you two…Minghao, how bout a bit of a show, loosen you up first? You like watching.” 

Scoffing into a groan, Mingaho furrows his brows, meeting Jun’s eyes, before shrugging as Jun reaches out a hand for you. “Sit on the bed, and you come here beautiful.”

You both follow instructions, Minghao’s eyes following you anxiously as his fingers drum out a soft beat on his thighs as Jun’s hands run over your arms while he stands behind you. “He’s horny, baby. Did you notice?”

Your eyes drop to Minghao’s jeans as he shifts at your attention. You can’t help but smirk a bit, noticing the outline of a slight bulge as Minghao lets out a breath. “Jun…”

His voice is so quiet it makes Jun laugh against the side of your neck as his hands move to lift at your dress, pulling it up to your hips and exposing your panties to Minghao. “What, Minghao? I’m going to undress Y/N, and you are going to watch. If you want to touch yourself, I’m not going to tell you no. I don’t deprive anyone in the bedroom. Do I, baby?” 

Shaking your head no, you shiver to Jun’s fingers as his nails rake gently against your sides.

“Lift your arms.”

You do as you are told, letting Jun pull your dress over your head, hearing Minghao take in a deep breath as you stand in front of him in your underwear.

“She’s so pretty isn’t she? I swear…when I first met her, I couldn’t help myself. I knew I had to have her. She’s perfect, I fell in love with her so quickly.” 

Minghao watches as Jun’s hands run over your breasts, your breath hitching in your throat when you feel Jun press up against your back, his clothed erection evident against your ass.

You watch as Minghao tentatively lifts his hips as he undoes his jeans, before pushing them down to his thighs, along with his boxers, letting his cock rest back against his stomach.

Jun smirks against your ear when he hears you gasp softly. “He’s pretty big isn’t he? You want him to fill you up?” Jun’s hands slide down your stomach and to your hips, before his thumbs press under the band of your panties as he moves down behind you, pressing kisses to your back as he goes.

You feel air hit your skin as your panties slide down your legs as Minghao runs his palm over the head of his cock as he leaks precum, before stroking himself slowly. His eyes fall between your legs as he sees your thighs tremble when Jun’s lips press to your ass as you lift your legs, stepping out of your panties. “You are really beautiful, Y/N…”

You feel your cheeks heat up at Minghao’s shaky words as his hips thrust up towards his hand slightly. “Thank you, Hao…”

He smiles into a small scoff as you shorten his name. Jun’s hands move back up your body as he moves to stand again, making quick work of your bra, which makes Minghao let out a deep breath when you are finally naked in front of him. 

“You never answered my question, baby. You want Minghao to fill you up?”

You shiver as Jun’s hand moves to slide along your neck, before his slender fingers push your jaw and turn your face towards him so his lips can press to yours. He doesn’t kiss you or close his eyes, he simply looks into your eyes, waiting for an answer, making you smile. “Yes, I do,” you mutter on his lips, making him laugh before he nips at your lips and groans into the kiss as his free hand moves to slide between your legs. 

Minghao watches your knees bend as Jun’s middle finger slides between your folds, over your clit, as the two of you kiss. He can’t help but thrust up into his hand harder, a groan falling from his lips as his free hand grips the bedding under him. “Fuck…”

His muttered word draws Jun’s attention, who breaks the kiss to glance at his best friend as he rests his chin on your shoulder. His fingers still move between your folds as you moan softly and struggling to keep yourself standing, your head leaned back on Jun’s shoulder, as he watches his friend’s hand move over his cock. 

“I think this is going to be a good night. Don’t go too fast, Minghao. I wouldn’t want you to cum before you get the chance to fuck her. She wants you to fill her up, or are you not following along?”

Minghao’s hand slows down as he shivers, his eyes narrowing as he meets Jun’s eyes taking a deep breath. “I’m following along just fine...Junhui.” 

Jun lets out a laugh that makes you smile, before a whine takes its place when his hand slides from between your legs. Minghao watches his friend lick his fingers clean as he moves around you, before pulling his shirt up and over his head. “Baby, why don’t you help Minghao finish getting undressed, then get on the bed for us, okay?” 

Nodding, you move from Jun as you listen to the sound of his clothes dropping to the floor as Minghao watches you move towards him. “Is it okay to help you?”

Smiling, Minghao’s hand drops from his cock as he takes a breath to calm his nerves and takes a good look at you when you speak to him, before he nods.

“Lift your arms.”

You watch him nod again, before lifting his arms, making you laugh softly at how shy he seems when you know what he is capable of on the stage.

“You are so cute, Hao.”

He raises a brow as you pull his shirt from his arms as you step between his legs. His hands move to run over your sides as he looks up at you, daring to smirk questioningly. “Cute? Why do you say that?”

You shiver at his gentle touch, only glancing towards Jun as he moves behind Minghao to lay on the bed, resting his head on his hand as he leans on his elbow, waiting for the two of you. “You are so shy, when I know how intense you can be…where is that Minghao now?”

He laughs at your words and runs his nails over your hips, before biting his lips. “I guess I’m just a little out of my element in Jun’s bedroom, beautiful.”

You laugh in return and nod, “That is fair, but tonight it’s your bedroom too…stand up?” 

Minghao glances over his shoulder to Jun, letting his eyes quickly take in the image of his best friend naked on a bed, before turning back to you and standing up as you take two steps back.

“You two are going to make me jealous.”

Jun laughs at your words, biting his cheek as his free hand strokes his length as he watches you push Minghao’s jeans and boxers down slowly. 

“No reason for you to be jealous, Y/N. I’m here for you…I just didn’t expect him to get naked so quickly.”

You smile as you move to help Minghao step out of his jeans, before glancing up at him as he meets your eyes. “I think Jun would be naked all the time if he could be.”

Jun purses his lips at your comment, considering it, before huffing out a maybe as he watches you move back towards Minghao. “You two are so slow…Minghao, kiss her. Clearly you two need direction.”

Glancing over his shoulder again, Minghao scoffs to his best friend. He looks at you and shakes his head, before sliding his hand along your jaw into your hair, as his other hand slides around your hip and pulls you close as he leans to press his lips to yours for the first time.

You moan softly into the kiss, making Minghao smile on your lips, before his tongue dares to dart into your mouth to taste you. 

“That’s better. Baby, his cock is right there. Why don’t you get a handful of what will be inside your pretty pussy in a few minutes?”

You break the kiss to look back at Jun as your cheeks burn slightly. “Jun…”

He laughs, biting his lip as he gasps, running his thumb over his leaking head. “I’m helping move this along. Are you not enjoying it?” 

Minghao smiles, before moving his hand from your hip to take your hand, wrapping it around his length loosely. “I want you to touch me, Y/N.”

You glance up at Minghao as his hand moves yours over his cock slowly as he furrows his brows slightly from pleasure. “That feels good.”

You can’t help but smile at the look on his face as his hand moves from yours, and your hand continues to move over him, stroking him slowly. Your free hand moves up to Minghao’s neck, pulling his lips back to yours and making Jun smirk as he watches from the bed.

His head tilts slightly as he takes a breath to steady himself. He has to calm himself, keeping his hand moving slowly so he doesn’t lose it too quickly, enjoying watching the two of you a bit more than anticipated. “Y/N, come to bed. Lay on your back and spread your legs for us.” 

Minghao whines as your lips part from his and your hand stops moving over him as you nod and move like Jun wants you to. His eyes move to watch your ass as you walk to the bed, before his hand runs over his mouth as he takes a breath when you lay down and he sees your legs spread open.

Jun watches Minghao carefully, noting the lust that seems to drip from his eyes when your feet move up the bed, your hands sliding up to your knees and back down to your thighs. 

Jun smirks, before sitting up and shifting over in the bed to slide between your legs, looking up at you with a wink, before wrapping his arms around your legs to pull you towards his mouth. He runs his tongue from your entrance to your clit, making you moan loudly.

Minghao groans, digging his nails into his side, before moving towards the bed where Jun had been before sitting beside you, his eyes moving from your face to between your legs to watch Jun’s mouth move over your pussy messily. “Does that feel good, Y/N? He’s being so messy. Do you like it like that?”

You nod and moan out a yes, before reaching for Minghao’s hand, gripping it tightly as you pull his hand up your body.

He groans as his palm is brought over your breast, before you put his index finger into your mouth and suck softly. “Oh fuck…Jun, she’s perfect.”

Smirking between your legs, Jun glances up to Minghao, before sucking at your folds, making you squirm as you finally let go of the finger in your mouth. 

Minghao drags his finger down your bottom lip with a smirk, before letting his finger move down your body, leaving a glistening trail of your saliva. He grins as you arch your back when Jun’s tongue prods at your core, and he can finally move his hand between your legs, running his wet finger over your sensitive clit and sending you over the edge. 

Jun groans as you cum on his tongue, his nose nudging against Minghao’s hand as the two of them push you towards a place of overstimulation, before your hands move to grab at a wrist and hair as your thighs try to close. “Slow down..please.”

Minghao bites at his lip, shaking his head as Jun glances up at you, running his tongue over your folds and clit as Minghao’s hand moves, giving him access. “Jun, too much…” 

Your thighs trembling, he nods and moves to press a kiss to each leg, before sliding up your body to press a kiss to your lips.

Minghao furrows his brows, watching the two of you together, noting how passionate it is compared to the kiss the two of you had shared. It is obvious how much the two of you trust and love each other. As quickly as he felt like a third wheel, Jun moves from between your legs and looks to his friend with a grin.

“Now she is ready for you.”

You rub your lips together, your eyes closed as you take a breath still coming down from your high.

Minghao can’t help but scoff a bit as he watches Jun move to the nightstand to tear off a condom, before leaning over to hand it to him. “Seriously? You are going to let me fuck your girlfriend?” 

“Have you really not been listening? Baby, do you want Minghao to fuck you?”

You nod and reach for Minghao, running your hand over his thigh, before letting your nails scratch his inner thigh as you moan out a soft please.

Raising a brow, Minghao shivers to your touch, before ripping open the foil package. He rolls the condom over his length and moves between your legs. 

Jun smirks at how fast Minghao moves, “You didn’t take much convincing.”

An annoyed sound leaves Minghao’s lips, but you can’t find signs of annoyance on his face as you look up at him. His hand runs over your cheek, before he reaches between your legs to line himself up with you, sliding into you slowly.

You watch his eyes close as he groans softly, and as much as you want to enjoy watching him, you can’t help but close your eyes, letting out a moan of pleasure when he enters you fully. “Hao…oh my god.” Your voice is quiet, but both men can hear you.

Jun smiles at your pleasure, reaching over to push your hair out of your eyes and biting at his lip as Minghao begins thrusting into you slowly. Jun’s free hand moves over his shaft slowly a few times, before he is surprised when your hand moves his out of the way to take its place. “Baby…you don’t have to.”

Jun’s whining groan makes you moan louder as you open your eyes to look at Minghao, who is watching your face as his hips roll to meet yours in skillful thrusts similar to what you are used to with Jun. “You feel so good, Y/N. So warm and tight…”

Jun whines and thrusts his hips upwards towards your hand as he bites at the meat of his thumb, before taking a deep breath. “Wrap your hand around her throat, Minghao, not too tight.”

You feel Minghao’s thrusts slow down as he glances at Jun, before looking back at you. “You want me to choke her?”

Jun nods and groans your name and Minghao’s as he tries to speak. “Yes, Minghao, but not so tight she can’t breathe. She likes it. Don’t you, baby?” 

You nod and lean your head back, showing Minghao your throat.

He takes a deep breath as he tries to calm himself down after hearing Jun moan his name, wrapping his mind around what he is asked to do as his hips meet yours fully once again.

You bite your lip as Minghao’s fingers wrap around your throat just tight enough that you feel their gentle presence, making you moan his name. “Just like that…” 

Minghao smirks, before his thrusts become a bit harder, more intention behind him as he becomes more confident hearing you and Jun both moaning so loudly as you both are quickly reaching your climaxes. “Fuck, you both sound so good.”

You smile at his words as he groans, arching your back as you grip at his bicep, digging your nails into his skin, feeling yourself losing yourself to him. 

Jun gasps out a final loud groan, spilling into your hand as his hands grip the bedding as your hand circles over his head. His head falls back on the pillows as he mutters your name, telling you to cum for Minghao.

You don't need the permission or the push towards your orgasm as Minghao’s hips snap to yours sending you there quickly after Jun. You gasp out soft moans as Minghao’s hips continue to meet yours as he chases his own climax, when your hand moves from Jun’s softening cock towards your mouth.

His eyes follow your tongue darting around your fingers as you make a pleased sound to the taste, causing him to lose himself and spill into the condom with a muffled cry as he bites on his bottom lip. “Holy shit…that was so sexy.”

You smile as Minghao moves to slide from you, careful not to spill as he takes care of the condom, before turning back to finish watching you clean your fingers, before you move to your knees to finish cleaning up Jun who laughs into a groan.

Jun’s hand runs over your back and ass as he meets Minghao’s eyes with a shake of his head. “Lay down, Minghao, you don’t have to leave.”

Nodding, Minghao moves to lay down watching you finish your task, before you lay back on the bed and lick your lips, before looking at him with a shy smile. “Do you need cleaning up too, Minghao?”

He laughs and shakes his head no, before leaning over to press a kiss to your lips with a soft groan as your tongue darts into his mouth, before he speaks on your lips. “No, but I might need more thank yous…” 

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