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Jongho loved nature.
He knew how to garden, how to cook with natural ingredients, and how to care for his house in harsh weather. That was really all he needed, he found, to live a quiet, happy life by himself.
That didn’t mean it was easy.
There were things to be afraid of, out here. Outside of the irrational fears like the dark or the spiders in his cupboards, he did have to worry about bears. Wolves, too, but they tended to stay away from his home, and weren’t nearly as adventurous as beard tended to be. Occasionally, a fellow hunter would wander onto his property unknowingly, but Jongho knew how to kindly redirect them away, nice enough to avoid getting shot, yet firm enough to get his point across.
While he wasn’t afraid of his current predicament, he had reason to be worried. Winter was coming quick, and his few patches of berries and vegetables were all he had outside of the meat stored in his freezer.
He’d noticed things start disappearing in increasing amounts over the last month or so. What used to be full beds of cabbage were now nearly completely barren, taken out by the root, leaving nothing for Jongho to even attempt to salvage. His beets were nibbled and left to rot next to the planter, and the berries he’d been excited to pick had disappeared all but completely.
It was… odd. It definitely didn’t look like the work of animals, vegetable remains too cleanly plucked, the bites large enough to be human.
Jongho knew he would’ve seen someone if there just happened to be some crazy crop thief hanging around his cabin. The idea that someone was watching him made him more than uneasy, and he was on edge each time he left the safety of his home to hunt or otherwise.
Today was hotter than usual for late August, and Jongho found himself working outside again. His truck needed washing, the drive to and from town being a dirt road that didn’t work well with how much dirt his tires kicked up. It wasn’t ideal, but with it being the only way, he had little choice unless he wanted to bust up his truck driving through the thick underbrush.
He hosed down the side, satisfied to watch some of the dust and grime wash away with the pressure. Grabbing the sponge and soap from the bucket at his feet, he got to work, scrubbing with force to give his truck the deep cleaning it desperately needed.
Mingi loved the woods.
His colony was settled deep between the trees, hidden away in a large burrow-meets-cave that Hongjoong had found almost two years earlier. They spent their days wrestling and snuggling, Seonghwa cooking his delicious pies, Hongjoong tailoring their dresses and pants.
He loved his burrow-mates, and it was much easier to cohabitate here than in the city. The move from their small, two-bedroom flat was a godsend, as they actually had room to play and roughhouse out here. Yeosang had eagerly started working on a separate shack for whenever they wanted to pile up as different groups, and it was especially necessary during mating season.
Mating season…
Just thinking about it made Mingi frown. While rabbits, especially hybrids like himself, weren’t necessarily exclusive, his burrow just happened to consist of couples. They’d all met in high school, quickly growing close as the only rabbit hybrids in the school, and relationships naturally developed as they got older.
Hongjoong and Seonghwa had been dating since Mingi met them, deeply in love for as long as he could remember. Hell, they even went to prom together. Yeosang, Wooyoung, and San had found solace with each other during the summer after graduation, a single camping trip shifting something between them that had the rest of the group promptly teasing and trading I-told-you-so’s as they hugged the three blushing bunnies.
And Yunho. He technically had history with Yunho, but even that seemed like a bit of a stretch. Once upon a time, he’d shared a heat with the other rabbit, but quickly found that they didn’t mesh well… sexually. It didn’t go well, as his heat had triggered Yunho’s heat, and they ended up whining and begging each other for something the other simply couldn’t give.
Safe to say, Mingi had poor luck during mating season after the move. While it was painful, it was also depressing, having so much energy and yearning and having no place for it to go. His last one was especially bad, his ears constantly alert and searching for someone to just take him, whining and writhing around in the small shack, presenting to nobody.
Mingi didn’t want to relive that, and thankfully hadn’t had to. He was late, extremely so, the spring and summer months bleeding into each other until he found himself well into August with little more than his normal amount of emotional yearning. He was hoping he could possibly even skip his heat this year.
Naturally, he was restless.
With Hongjoong and Yeosang spending time on clothing, Seonghwa trying new recipes with Wooyoung and Yunho, and San napping more often than not, Mingi tended to explore.
The creek behind the burrow was small, peaceful and clean, and he preferred bathing in it versus the lake the others loved. He ran with deer, leapt over fallen trees and rotting logs, enjoyed watching squirrels chase each other up trees. He’d even learned some of the local bird species, could distinguish some by call, and loved showing off his knowledge to the others whenever they went scavenging as a group.
Without the burden of his heat and the constant need to stretch his legs, Mingi naturally ventured farther around their home. His exploration didn’t usually go too far, as he didn’t want to get lost after dark. That’s practically asking for a wolf to follow him home.
He’d found something new recently. A cabin, twenty minutes across the creek, far too close to the only path this deep into the woods. That was probably the reason Mingi hadn’t found it before now, as he liked staying away from the road the best he could. He didn’t tell the others about where he’d been going. This was his little secret.
The human was pretty.
Mingi liked watching him, and he did so often. He seemed so gentle, taking care of his gardens and his land often enough to be outside most days. The man’s handsome features intrigued him, and his dark hair was long enough to cover most of his nape. Mingi found himself inching closer as the days went by, watching from the bushes.
At some point, he’d gone to investigate the man’s gardens. He had multiple beds, each one holding a different vegetable, and Mingi had gotten curious enough to try a single beet. Just one wouldn’t hurt…
His crops were good. Far better than the ones they grew at the burrow. Was it the soil over here? Did he use some special fertilizer he got from the city? Whatever it was, Mingi found himself enamored with the rich taste, and soon had tried each and every thing the human grew. All equally delicious.
After that, he’d started sneaking onto the man’s yard for more than one reason. Watching the pretty human while snacking on his berries was his new favorite activity, and he’d deal with Seonghwa’s curious questions about his disappearing every day if it meant he could keep this routine to himself.
Mingi had woken up today with an extra burst of energy, for whatever reason. He’d hurried to throw on his casual outdoor dress before running off to the cabin as soon as he could. Fall was coming, and he was more than excited for the leaves to start dropping.
It was far too hot today, and he was thankful that he hadn’t thrown on pants instead. The dress fluttered around his knees prettily, and he felt a nice breeze brush his back, tail twitching through the small hole Hongjoong had tailored for him.
The man was outside again, today. Dressed in a tight, white tank, wet with sweat and water as he scrubbed his black truck with a sponge. Fuck.
Mingi hurried into the bushes, quietly stepping and crouching, careful not to make any noise. The human was glowing in the sun, muscles rippling under his skin as he worked at the dirt. Mingi felt heat creep up his neck, eyes greedily drinking up the sight of him. He looked far too good to be living by himself out in the middle of nowhere. Mingi fleetingly thought he should be a model.
He watched the man for a while, grateful to have gotten there early enough to watch him like this. Mingi’s thoughts ran south fast, and he tried to physically shake them out of his head. No breeding. No mounting.
He needed to leave before he did something stupid. Mingi snuck around the side of the house he’d come from, making his way to the gardens in the back of the human’s house. His ears twitched, alert, but he quickly found himself busied by his favorite beet garden.
He grabbed a small one at first, biting into it, nearly moaning at the taste. He honestly had no idea why these were the best vegetables he’s ever eaten; the ones Wooyoung grew paled in comparison, and he would further be keeping this his secret lest the other bunnies take their fills as well. This was his (not his) garden, and he refused to share.
Mingi felt something shift in the air before hearing a shout of ”You!” from a few feet behind him. He felt his entire body lock up, limbs rigid, ears stiff atop his head. “Turn around, now!”
Mingi listened, slowly, and nearly passed out when he was met with the barrel of a gun pointed right at him. He let out a pitiful whimper, scampering back on his hands. The beet dropped from his hands, rolling near his feet, and the man picked it up with a frown. He re-aimed the gun at Mingi, not taking his eyes off him for a second.
”You. You’re the one who’s been clearing my gardens, aren’t you?” Mingi looked up from the end of the rifle for the first time, only to be met with the face he’s been watching for weeks now. Oh, shit.
He was terrified, nearly shitting himself with panic, the fear of getting shot and not making it back tonight drilling into his heart.
But the human looked so good... His pretty face was twisted in anger, arms bulging where they held the gun. The tank top was nearly see-through at this point, soaked to the bone with water. Stray drops trailed down his skin and dripped off onto the floor, mingling with the unmistakable sheen of sweat coating his skin.
Mingi swallowed. He felt a telling heat gather in his gut, but pushed it aside, deeming his life more important than his urge to lick the man from head to toe.
“H-Hey, please, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to— well, okay I did, but— D-Don’t shoot me, please!” Mingi pleaded for his life, scrambling to his knees to raise his hands in surrender. His heart was hammering against his chest, anxiety spiking, and his foot would have been nervously thumping had he been standing. The sensation between his legs had his eyes tearing up. This was embarrassing.
The man’s eyes widened a fraction before he schooled his expression into something less telling. He slowly lowered the gun, watching Mingi with an intensity he wasn’t used to. Mingi thought he should speak, but couldn’t get his words to work as he held eye contact with the man.
He felt himself getting warm, knew an ugly blush sat on his cheeks. His ears drooped as he lowered his gaze, and he shuffled on his knees, smoothing his dress down above his thighs. Even in this unusual situation, he hoped he at least looked somewhat presentable. He was even more grateful he hadn’t worn pants now, given his unfortunate reaction.
“I won’t shoot you, unless you give me reason to. Why are you stealing from my garden? How do you even get on my property?” His voice was softer than Mingi expected, and he found it soothing despite the hard edge to his tone.
“Uh, I live in a burrow across the river. With my friends.” The man simply stared at him, so Mingi rushed to continue before he pushed his luck. “We, uh, have a garden too but… Yours just tastes better. I’m sorry, I should have asked. Or… Not stolen.”
He probably looked like such an idiot. A bumbling, blushing bunny at the feet of an obvious hunter. Whether he was experienced or not didn’t really matter, not when Mingi was kneeling at his feet with his head in his direct line of fire.
The human sighed. He stared at his garden, downtrodden, then looked to Mingi again.
“You’re seriously messing with my food supply, you know. This is all I have left before winter, and the stuff I do have frozen isn’t that much this year.” He stared at Mingi with defeat, that tough exterior cracking once he felt there wasn’t a threat.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Honestly, I’d assumed you got most of your food from town with how often you drive up there…” Mingi felt bad. Not only had he stolen from the man, but he was also dwindling his food for the winter. Mingi knew better than many how detrimental that could be, even if he and the man’s living situations differed significantly.
“How often I drive up there? Bunny, have you been stalking me?” He raised a brow, and Mingi felt himself flushing down to his feet. He wanted to argue, really, but realized that he had been essentially stalking the innocent man. He thought back to how he’d literally been watching him from a bush as he washed his truck.
Mingi lowered his head in defeat. “I’m really sorry, I promise I didn’t mean any harm. I was just… curious about our closest neighbor.” His excuse was futile, but seemed good enough for the man.
He hummed, stepping forward, and Mingi looked up at him again to see a small smile and a hand extended out to him.
“My name’s Jongho. I can forgive you, on one condition.”
They’d gotten into the routine of gardening together.
Jongho was curious about the rabbit. Mingi. He seemed meek but knowledgeable, and soon enough, Jongho learned that he’d moved out from the city with his friends about the same time he had himself.
Jongho was simultaneously surprised and understanding. He hadn’t seen many hybrids living in the city, and the ones he had seen never stuck around in public for too long. He guessed it was probably due to the overstimulation of urban areas, and it made sense to him now why so many hybrids moved out to the country.
Mingi was sweet. Outside of his knowledge on how to best grow different types of vegetables and berries, he was… endearing. His ears sprung up each time he got excited, and the gentle way he handled plants made Jongho enjoy wtaching him when he didn’t know anybody was looking.
He was pretty, too.
He found himself mesmerized by Mingi’s simple outfits each time he came over throughout the weeks. He rotated between dresses and pants, body fit to work both well, and Jongho tried to look modestly. His tail was a constant, though. A small hole in his pants or dress left it free to twitch and breathe, catching Jongho’s attention nearly every time he turned his back. He caught himself nearly every time, redirecting his eyes somewhere else.
What little he’d known of Mingi seemed to shift already. It was nearing the end of September now, and with the days getting steadily cooler, Mingi seemed to get clingier. Being by himself for so long had him unaccustomed to people in general, and Mingi’s few touchy habits made him fumble idiotically.
Sometimes, he’d rub his cheek on Jongho’s hand or arm if he got close enough. Like a cat, Jongho noted with ironic amusement. His eyes would glance up at Jongho with this look, and if he was in the city, he’d probably had walked up to Mingi and asked for his number. But he wasn’t, and it was just them in the middle of the woods, and he realized now how truly out of his depth he was.
Another time, he’d been showing Mingi how to use his rifle, and he’d successfully shot a can from a few yards away after much trial and error. Mingi had squealed, jumping in excitement, and turned to hug Jongho. He was almost thrown down from Mingi’s weight crashing into him, but held him tight, and he was nearly positive he’d felt a lick against his neck. Mingi didn’t give anything away, though, not any redder than he usually was around Jongho as he beamed down at him.
Today, he’d taken Mingi into town to pick up some more gas for his truck, along with a few snacks that the rabbit had eagerly bounded up to the counter with. He’d pouted as he told Jongho he hadn’t brought his wallet with him, and Jongho found himself weak to Mingi’s pretty pink dress and prettier eyes.
Now back home, Mingi was resting on his couch, nibbling on a bag of Skittles as he lazily watched the TV in the corner. Jongho decided he should bake for them tonight, and he picked some fresh berries from the basket to use in the batter. He glanced up, watching Mingi shuffle on the couch. He looked restless, and Jongho was getting a little worried.
“Mingi, are you okay? Something wrong?” He called out into the living room, and Mingi’s ears shot towards him before his head moved. He looked a little flushed, and Jongho’s concern only increased when he looked like he was having a hard time speaking.
“N-No, I’m, mh, fine, Jongho. Don’t worry.” His smile was shaky, and Jongho’s eyes narrowed. Mingi wasn’t a very good liar, even outside of the fact that he looked ready to bolt out the door at any moment.
Mingi’s hands were gripping his dress, thighs clenched together tightly. His eyes almost looked glassy when he made eye contact with Jongho, and he saw a familiar expression that he remembered from the first day they met.
Jongho had an idea as to what could be wrong, but couldn’t confirm it from so far away.
He wandered into the living room, watching as Mingi’s demeanor locked up the closer he got. He crouched in front of Mingi with a hand rested on his knee, and at the slightest twitch of Mingi’s leg, gripped a little tighter.
Mingi radiated heat, easy to feel through the pink sun dress he wore. His skin looked flushed, sweat gathering on his face, and Mingi leaned back into the couch as Jongho knelt at his feet.
“J-Jongho, wait, I— I’m…” He was quiet, voice wavering in his throat. Jongho felt bad, and wished he could help him, whatever it was. He rubbed Mingi’s knee gently, eyes scanning every little reaction from the hybrid.
“Mingi, something’s obviously wrong, and lying isn’t going to help you. Tell me what it is, please.”
Mingi bit his lip, eyes fluttering shut as he flinched forward. Jongho startled at the sudden movement. He steadied a hand on his shoulder, and Mingi made a wounded noise in his throat. He clutched his stomach with a hand, the other pressed between his legs now, pulling the fabric of his dress further up his thighs. Jongho couldn’t help the way his eyes followed the newly revealed skin, the plush of Mingi’s thighs drawing him in like a magnet.
“I thought I’d skipped my h-heat this year, I was hoping, It’s always so painful and I’m— I’m always alone.” His sentence ended with a whimper, and Jongho could see goosebumps raise along his arms. His ears drooped, nearly completely flat against his head, eyes tearing up at the pain as he folded over himself. Jongho felt awful, wishing he could give the rabbit immediate relief.
“Oh, Mingi… I’m sorry, Bun. What do you need?” The hand now on his thigh seemed to put Mingi on high alert, as his eyes kept flicking back and forth between it and Jongho’s face.
Jongho was right, and knew exactly how to help. He wouldn’t do anything without Mingi giving him explicit permission though.
“You- You don’t need to help me, it’s okay! I can deal with it by myself, it’s…” He trailed off, words getting weaker as he tried to speak. His breathing was louder, fingers twitching, and Jongho could tell he was getting closer to incoherence.
“I want to, if you want me to, Mingi. I can let you ride it out here, or call one of your friends to get you if you really want. But, if you’ll let me, I can help you myself.” He let his words sink in, not moving anymore, letting Mingi decide for himself. The bunny whined, tears gathering in his eyes as he nodded after a moment of consideration.
“If you’re sure… P-Please, Jongho, it hurts.”
Mingi pulled his arm from between his legs and sat back again, resting against the back of the couch. He looked gorgeous, flushed and desperate in his pretty dress, and even better as he gazed at Jongho with unbridled lust. He leaned into Mingi’s space, breathing in his gasps, only hesitating for a moment before pressing his lips to the shaking rabbit’s.
Kissing Mingi was unlike anything he’d ever felt. His lips were plush and soft, the quiet whine he let out bringing Jongho closer to him. It was slow at first, a lulling push and pull, before Mingi swiped his tongue against Jongho’s lips and opened his mouth more.
Jongho pushed into his space, arms bracketing him against the couch as they made out. They grew sloppy, his tongue tangling with Mingi’s, and Jongho felt big hands grip onto the fabric of his shirt. He pulled away with a gasp, sucking in as much air as he could before Mingi was pulling him in by the jaw with both of his hands.
Jongho’s hands wandered as they kissed. He gripped Mingi’s waist, moaning at the way Mingi arched slightly under him. His hands felt huge resting on him, and despite Mingi’s height, Jongho was far bigger in terms of muscle and mass. He felt big, pushing Mingi deeper into the couch as the other man refused to let either of them breathe.
Jongho pulled away, sliding a hand up to cup Mingi’s blushing cheek. The desperate noise it plucked out of him made Jongho smile, and he felt a warmth bloom in his chest at Mingi’s wide, glassy eyes.
“No, n-no, come back.” His whine was cute, pout even cuter, and Jongho laughed to himself. His eyes held galaxies in the low light of the room, the warmth from the lamp making Mingi look absolutely gorgeous.
“I can’t help you if you don’t let me breathe, baby. Can I see what’s under this pretty dress of yours?” He moved his hands down to rest on Mingi’s thighs again, brushing his thumbs over the ruffled hem. Mingi’s stuttered consent and jerky nod had his smile growing, and he pecked Mingi quickly on the lips, unable to resist his sweet demeanor.
He skimmed his fingers under the dress enough to rest it over his hands, and slowly pushed it up, eventually reaching Mingi’s waist. His thighs were thick, plump and pale, and had Jongho’s teeth itching to bite into them. He pressed gently to get him to spread his legs, and Mingi listened with bated breath.
Gods. He had cute, pink panties on, small strawberries printed on the cloth, a little white bow centered at the top. He was soaked, a dark pink patch covering the entirety of the fabric between his legs, and Jongho saw the sheen of slick along the insides of his thighs. His groan was immediate, his fingers tightening into Mingi’s thighs in reflex.
“J-Jongho, please, I need it. I need you, please, touch me.” His embarrassment was gone, replaced with a hot hunger that had Jongho feeling like he was on a time limit.
He held eye contact with Mingi as he lowered his face, mouth pressing right where Mingi needed him most. The reaction was exactly as he’d hoped, a high keen sounding loud in the room as he arched against the couch. His legs spread further, plenty of room for Jongho to crowd him more, and Mingi lifted a leg over his shoulder as he panted pretty moans into the back of his hand.
Jongho wet the fabric with his tongue, the taste of Mingi making his eyes fly open. He was sweet. Like fruit and candy, something Jongho didn’t expect in the slightest. This close, he could even smell it faintly, the cloying, sugary fruit scent of Mingi making his mouth water. He didn’t waste a moment before pulling Mingi’s panties to the side with his fingers.
Mingi’s pubes were neatly trimmed, the outer lips of his pussy fat, and Jongho felt like he must have done something really, really good in his past life to be able to have Mingi all to himself. His slick was thick where it coated him, and Jongho licked a large, wet stripe all the way from his perineum to his navel just to hear Mingi cry out in need.
“Jongho, Jongho, p-please— fuck! Please, fuck me, I can’t.” Mingi sobbed, legs kicking out over Jongho’s shoulders in protest. Mingi’s hand tangled in his hair and the other held his dress up, hips rutting to get closer to where Jongho’s mouth hovered just above his clenching hole. Jongho chuckled, rubbing a thumb gently over his clit, and delighted in the shaky inhale that pulled from Mingi’s chest.
“You’re so pretty when you cry, Bun. Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” He pressed his lips to Mingi’s thigh, leaving a trail of wet kisses up to his middle before laving his tongue over Mingi’s hole to taste him again. He leaked more at Jongho’s touch, a steady dripping of slick from where he was clenching and unclenching. Jongho pitied him, before remembering that he was supposed to be filling Mingi to help him get through the worst of his heat.
He worked his tongue and lips against Mingi’s clit, listening to his hitched little breaths as he got Mingi wetter than he already was. Jongho readied a finger with Mingi’s release before sliding it in to the knuckle. It went smoothly, Mingi’s walls hot and wet where they gripped him, and he imagined reaching his peak inside, filling him wholly.
Mingi’s moaning queued him to add another, and within a few more minutes of his jaw working over Mingi’s dripping cunt, two became three, and Mingi was writhing on his fingers. His hips ground down, and with his leverage on Jongho’s shoulders, he tried to fuck himself on Jongho’s fingers. The angle was all wrong though, as he was soon sobbing for more, and Jongho removed his soaked hand to pull himself upwards.
“I got you, pretty baby, don’t worry.” He soothed Mingi by resting his clean hand on the rabbit’s cheek, thumb brushing over his parted lips softly.
Mingi’s thighs shook where they fell against Jongho’s sides. He was pliant when Jongho moved him to sit up, and as he gently pulled the dress over Mingi’s head, he noticed Mingi’s foot thumping on the floor in his peripheral. His bunny really was just too cute.
Jongho patted Mingi’s cheek, gesturing for him to lay down sideways on the couch. He figured it would be more comfortable with Mingi’s taller figure.
What Jongho didn’t expect was Mingi kicking his panties off with a foot and throwing himself onto his chest with a moan. His head was turned to the side, and he gasped out Jongho’s name as he played with himself. Mingi arched his back, pussy now fully visible as he dripped down his own thighs, and Jongho nearly came in his pants to the sight of his tail twitching at each pass over his clit.
Presenting position.
Jongho’s groan was loud, desperation overcoming him. This was his breaking point. Seeing Mingi spread so beautifully, waiting for Jongho to fill him up, to breed him. He wrestled his clothes and boxers off as fast as he could, hyper aware of Mingi’s pained moans calling for him. The sweet scent had gotten stronger, all of Jongho’s senses taken up by Mingi.
Jongho used his hand to cup Mingi’s pussy, catching a generous amount of his slick in his palm. He coated his cock with one hand, rubbing Mingi’s hip soothingly with the other. His curiosity got the best of him as he snuck searching fingers up Mingi’s back, feeling the base of Mingi’s tail with the tips of his fingers.
Mingi gasped, pushing his hips back to meet Jongho’s thighs, fur lodging between his fingers. It was soft, a warm heather grey, the underside a fluffy mass of white that tickled his knuckles.
“Jongho, Jongho, Jongho! Please, p-pull my tail, breed me, do— do whatever you want, just please!”
Jongho’s cock twitched at his tone. He nudged his tip against Mingi’s leaking entrance, holding Mingi’s hips still with a hand so he wouldn’t impale himself before Jongho allowed him to. He prepared himself to fuck into Mingi before an idea stopped him, and he found himself leaning towards Mingi’s ears.
“Mingi, Bunny, I have a question for you,” Jongho dragged his cock between Mingi’s folds, delighting in the desperate whine he let out each time it passed over his hole without sinking in. “Do you remember the first day we met? When you dug through my garden like a thief, and I had to protect my property?”
Mingi was quivering, his entire body shaking, arousal and need culminating in his knees weakening under him. He made a tiny noise of recognition, and turned his head to hide in the couch cushions. Jongho hummed, continuing to tease his cock over Mingi’s dripping cunt.
The fingers in his tail’s fur pinched, stroking the fur for a moment before digging his fingers around the base. He rubbed where his fur met skin, applying enough pressure to have Mingi gasping wetly before gripping and pulling.
Mingi’s cry was loud, and Jongho would have thought he hurt the hybrid if a thick string of slick hadn’t started dripping from between Mingi’s thighs. He was spread open, twitching and moaning in Jongho’s grasp as his tail was pulled and fondled, and Jongho wouldn’t have ever imagined Mingi to be such a naughty rabbit.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you? Does it hurt, baby?” He tugged again, warmth pooling in his gut at Mingi’s broken whimper.
“You’re dirty, Mingi. I remember you blushing so prettily when I had my rifle pointed at your head, you know. Can you tell me what had you so red?”
Mingi shook his head frantically, hands scrambling to grip the arm of the couch. He whimpered pleas, begging Jongho to stop, thighs shaking against Jongho’s.
“N-No, I didn’t, I— I was scared, that was i-it…” He sniffled, ears flat against his head. His tail twitched, and Jongho might’ve believed him if his biggest tell wasn’t quivering and leaking against the length of his cock.
He tsked, stroked Mingi’s tail for a moment before pushing just the tip of his cock into him. He clenched immediately, a desperate moan pushed out of his chest, and Jongho swore under his breath. Mingi was tight, sucking him in even without moving his hips, the heat nearly making him lose his composure.
Jongho held him tightly as he pressed him into the couch, using his strength to keep Mingi still. His fingers dug into the globes of Mingi’s ass, fingertips gripping him hard. He applied more pressure at Mingi’s choked whimper, and hoped he left bruises, marking Mingi as his to anybody who’d have the pleasure of seeing Mingi’s bare hips.
“No, you’re lying, Bun. I know you were wet under that cute dress of yours. I know you were watching me, hiding in the bushes, like a pervert.”
He slid just a bit deeper, torturing Mingi with the slow drag of his cock, not enough to give him any sensation aside from pressure and the slight stretch of him inside.
Mingi’s sobbing made his cock throb.
His choked breaths and little shaking gasps rocked his body into Jongho unintentionally, and the rhythmic clenching around his cock made Jongho groan. He pushed deeper once again; an inch more and he’d be flush against Mingi’s ass. The hybrid was moaning louder now, trying to fight against Jongho’s grip and body weight to fuck himself back onto Jongho’s cock.
“F-Fine, fine! It made me wet, you— you looked so good, and I felt so hot. Might’ve been ‘n preheat, mmh,” Jongho rewarded him by bottoming out, the two of them letting out deep, gasping moans at the feeling. The force of his thrust knocked Mingi’s knees out from under him, and Jongho found his place easily, slotting over Mingi to pin him completely down.
He pressed his weight onto Mingi before gripping the tops of his thighs and pulling him closer, further down the couch and impaling him deeper. Mingi whimpered, ass now snuggly nestled on his cock, knees bumping into his as he dug his fingers into Jongho’s arms around him.
Mingi’s mouth was gasping, head turned to where Jongho could see again, and the sight of his parted lips and tear tracks glinting in the light had Jongho’s resolve cracking.
Jongho pulled his hips back until just his tip rested inside Mingi before slamming inside again. The force jostled Mingi in his grasp, and the noises he made combined with the feel of being so deep in him had Jongho moaning into his neck.
Mingi was babbling pleas and broken cries, the wet slapping against his pussy on each thrust loud in the quiet room. Jongho fucked him with a brutality that he didn’t even expect himself, snapping his hips into Mingi like he hated the man. Mingi was so cockdumb he couldn’t even close his mouth, and whiny, desperate moans punched out of his throat each time Jongho bottomed out.
Mingi was leaking around him, squirting onto his thighs somehow even more than he had been previously, and Jongho latched onto the side of his neck, digging his teeth in deep where he knew Mingi needed it. His wail was nearly a sob, loud and desperate, and if he had neighbors Jongho would have given a sincere apology for the noise.
“Ugh, f-fuck, Bunny. You’re so tight for me, my little rabbit,” His voice was rough, winded with exertion, and Mingi’s whimpering had him running his tongue up the column of his neck. He sucked deeper bruises into the hybrid’s neck and shoulder, the bite mark standing out against his pale skin. Jongho hoped it stayed for a while afterwards so Mingi would remember who fucked him so good he couldn’t speak.
“The perfect prey, Mingi, my sweet little breeding bitch.”
Something snapped in Mingi. He clenched tight, tighter than he had all night, and Jongho choked out a low groan at the squeeze on his cock. He felt like a vice around Jongho, warm walls caging him in to the point where he was pushed to his edge at the same time Mingi was. He came hard, fucking his cum into Mingi fast and desperate like he was an animal himself.
Mingi’s orgasm was loud, his mouth rivaling the sound from his dripping cunt as he cried and shook in Jongho’s arms. His thighs flexed where they touched Jongho’s, pussy squirting onto the couch to create a puddle bigger than the one they’d already been fucking over. He sounded loose, sloppy. Well-bred.
Jongho continued to thrust lazily, knowing he needed to fuck Mingi full in order to satisfy his heat. He pressed firm kisses into his neck, tongue and lips working as a soothing pressure as he brought him back down. He ran his hands along Mingi’s body where he was trembling the most, feeling affection swell in his chest at how sensitive Mingi was all over.
Jongho rubbed his thighs and the smooth skin below his navel, whispering how good and how sweet Mingi was for him. His breathing gradually slowed, heart rate dropping back to a more relaxed pace as Jongo held him firmly. His twitching calmed, and something not unlike a soft purr rumbled in Mingi’s chest.
The cooling sweat on his skin started feeling stifling. Jongho carefully pulled back once he felt Mingi was okay enough to be let go.
Mingi was a vision, spread out on the couch under him, back broad and flushed as it tapered down into his slim waist. Jongho’s hands fit well around it. He pulled out slowly, hearing a quiet whimper as a thick mixture of cum and slick dripped out of his gaping cunt. His mouth watered, body moving automatically to place his face between Mingi’s wet thighs.
Jongho licked tentatively, tongue scooping and catching as much of his cum and Mingi’s own juices as he could. Mingi’s sweet taste mixed with his own cum was intoxicating, and if it wasn’t from Mingi himself, he’d find it far more disgusting even in his lust-driven state.
He fucked Mingi slowly with his tongue and fingers, trying to get as much as he could out of Mingi’s used hole. The bunny was twitching from overstimulation, his gasping whines growing in volume and pitch again.
Jongho thought about finally letting him rest, but Mingi’s hips pushed off the couch weakly, back arching to shove his pussy harder onto Jongho’s tongue. His groan was muffled by Mingi essentially riding his face slowly, the position allowing his tongue to drag over his swollen clit with each movement of his hips.
“J-Jongho, Jongho, fuck… Please, one— one more, again!” His voice was weak, but his pace picked up, building enthusiasm showing with each burst of movement in his weakened legs. Jongho gripped his thighs, digging his fingers into the skin, watching as white bloomed from the pressure of his fingers.
“You’re insatiable, Bun. My pretty baby, need only me to help you, isn’t that right?” He pulled away to tease Mingi, slipping his fingers deeper, fucking him with three right off the bat. His moan was cut off with a shuddering gasp as Jongho fit a fourth finger into him with ease.
“You’re so loose, I could probably fit my whole fist in you if I really wanted to.”
He meant it as a joke, a passing comment to rile Mingi up more, maybe even embarrass him a little. What he didn’t expect was Mingi to clench around him with a sob, squirting again around his fingers as he kept the same speed. Mingi’s voice was hoarse at this point, his screaming and crying tiring out his vocal cords as his body shook like a leaf.
Jongho groaned quietly to himself, watching closely as Mingi sucked his fingers in, walls alternating between gripping him and letting him pull back. He began pulling out his fingers before Mingi’s arm shot behind himself to stop Jongho from moving.
“No, no, no, please. In, need it in, p-please,” His shaky, shuddering pleas had Jongho caving before he even finished his sentence.
“N-Need your— need your knot. Fuck me, knot me, Jongho…”
… Fuck.
Jongho fucked his fist into him hard, thumb easily slipping into his loose cunt, sensitive and swollen after two orgasms yet still yearning for more. Mingi was limp on the couch, barely able to make noise as Jongho’s entire fist slipped in and out. It was easy, Mingi’s biology made to take a good fucking, and Jongho was happy he could deliver to the point of incoherence.
It didn’t take long before Mingi was locking up around his fist, the strength of his grip noticeably weaker. Jongho felt a burst of arousal in his gut at the knowledge that he’d fucked Mingi’s muscles into being utterly useless at closing him up.
He carefully removed his hand, relaxing his fist to make it an easier slide against Mingi’s sensitive walls. He was properly, wholly gaping this time, his pussy attempting to clench shut, but he was so spread and fucked out that it was a truly pathetic attempt.
Jongho briefly thought about fucking him again, but Mingi was completely spent and used, and he didn’t want to cause the hybrid to black out. Jongho didn’t even think he’d be able to feel Mingi around his cock anymore if he did.
His comedown was slow, and Jongho was happy to hold him as he drifted off. The dried tears on his cheeks added to his flushed beauty. His ears were relaxed, lying on the pillow cutely, surrounded by the dark hair that haloed his head. Mingi was gorgeous.
He gently lifted Mingi off the couch, leaving his clothes and Mingi’s cute dress thrown haphazardly onto the floor of his living room. Jongho would wash it for him later, but only after lending Mingi one of his own shirts to borrow. He’d love to see Mingi wrapped up in one of his large flannel jackets and nothing else.
He sat Mingi on his lap as he started the tub. Jongho made sure the water was warm enough to clean him properly, but not hot enough to overheat him as they bathed. He rested Mingi against his chest once seated, and enjoyed the domesticity of cleaning his sleeping bunny after such an exhausting heat.
Jongho didn’t know if Mingi’s heats had multiple phases, or if they could be broken early. He hoped his recent, surface-level research on rabbit hybrids was enough to care for him until his cycle was over.
Mingi awoke when they were already nestled in Jongho’s large bed. His eyes blinked open slowly, and Jongho could hear his deep breath as he awoke alongside his body.
Mingi turned his head, and upon making eye contact with Jongho, he squeaked in surprise. Jongho laughed quietly, nuzzling into the nape of his neck, squeezing his arms around Mingi’s chest in silent greeting.
“How are you feeling, Bun? You passed out on me before I could kiss you better.” He nosed at the corner of Mingi’s jaw, pressing his lips where a human’s ears would be, and Mingi giggled a shy little noise at the sensation.
“I feel… tired. But… way better. Thank you, Jongho.” His voice quieted, and Jongho propped his upper body up behind him with a questioning hum.
“What’s wrong, baby? Did I do something you didn’t like? Please tell me if I did, I hope I didn’t hurt you.” He couldn’t help but frown. Though Mingi seemed to love everything he’d done, they hadn’t talked about it in the slightest, and he’d been in heat. The thought of hurting Mingi in any way made something ugly and dark curl in his chest.
Mingi flipped his body over quickly, rushing to protest. He waved his hands in quick dismissal, and Jongho relaxed slightly, trusting him to be open and honest about what was bothering him.
“No! You did everything perfect! I really loved it, I promise.” His cheeks colored at his admission, and Jongho couldn’t help but smile. He knew there was something else though, and leaned closer to Mingi’s face, looking him in the eyes to get his full attention.
“I’m glad, Mingi. But you look like there’s something bothering you. Can you please tell me?”
He glanced off to the side, lightly biting his bottom lip before looking back to Jongho with a sigh.
“I just… I don’t want this to be just because of my heat happening so suddenly. I… I really like you, Jongho.” He looked so sweet and soft with his admission, and Jongho’s heart was so full he felt like crying.
“Oh, Bun. I’d kick myself if this was a one-time thing. I want nothing more than to have you over all the time, letting me spoil you with meals and kisses.” He kissed Mingi’s cheek before peppering more all along his lips and nose, and Mingi’s squeal was everything to him.
They play-wrestled for a moment as Jongho attempted to kiss every inch of Mingi’s soft face. The crease of his eyes and the crooked tooth in his smile made Jongho want to burn down everything that had ever upset the man, and he kissed Mingi with every ounce of emotion he could will into a single action.
They fell asleep a while later, too engrossed in exchanging soft whispers and gentle kisses. He held Mingi tight to his chest, a content smile on his face, feeling utterly complete as Mingi’s gentle purring vibrated against his body.