Meulin x Male!Reader - Cat-sitter

Your name is (Full Name) and you are currently watching your friend Meulin's tuxedo cat Mittens. You love cats.
But cats hate you. Or at least Mittens does.
Every time you go near him, or even are in the same room as him, he hisses and scratches you.
This cat has issues.

You inch towards him with a can of cat food, dreading being in the vicinity of this demon cat.
Mittens hisses at you and arches his back. You drop the can and hide behind the kitchen counter.

TO: Meulin your cat wants to kill me!!!
FROM: （＾ω＾）THAT'S SILLY (NAME), MITTENS PROBABLY JUST WANTS TO PLAY WITH YOU!

You send Meulin and picture of your hand, which is covered in scratches and scrapes.

FROM: (･_･; I'LL BE HOME QUICK, MITTENS REALLY DOESN'T LIKE YOU

DINGDONG
You open the door, to see Meulin holding a some groceries.
"I'll help you with those," you say, taking the bags from her and setting on the kitchen counter.
"Where is he?"
You point to the couch with dread as Mittens licks his paw. Evilly.
Meulin sits down and Mittens rubs against her hands.
"Who's Mommy's little baby boo? You are! Yes you are! Yes you are!"
You stare at her and she looks at you.
"What?"
"How do you do that?"
"Like this," she says, putting Mittens in your lap.
"Don't- oh my God it's in my lap," you say.
"Goochi goochi goo," Meulin says, petting Mittens.
You tap her shoulder so she can read your lips.
"Meulin?" You squeak.
"Yes?"
"I cannot describe the level of fear I am at right now having this cat on my lap," you say.
"It's not that bad."
Mittens hisses and claws at you.
"Okay, so it's pretty bad. Maybe it's because you aren't Kurloz…"
"That… THING was attached to that thing?"
"Yeah, that's why he's a little loopy," Meulin says. "He doesn't like boys that aren't Kurloz or Horrus."
"Great. Your cat hates me."
"Maybe if you weren't just my friend…"
"What do you mean by that?"
Meulin kisses you, making your blush brightly. You grin like an idiot because HOLY SHIT MEULIN JUST KISSED YOU!
"Meulin! You kissed me!"
"Yes, I did."
"On the mouth!"
"Uh-huh."
"Wow, uh, what?"
"I don't want to be your friend."
"What?"
"I want to be your girlfriend, dummydumb," Meulin says, smiling at you.

A YEAR LATER
You wake up next to Meulin and start looking for your jeans. Shit went down last night (if you know what I mean) and oh there they are, hanging off the ceiling fan. That girl can throw that hard and she's fucking flexible?
"Shit, I'm gonna marry that woman," you think to yourself, pulling on your jeans. The location of your underpants is still unknown. You look to see that Meulin has disappeared.
You sit on the bed and run a hand through your hair. Mittens jumps on your lap and purrs as you pet him.
"Hey boy. Guess who got lucky last night?"
Meulin walks out of the bathroom, and she looks so perfect standing there, in your generic brand Target underwear.
She looks at you.
"My boys are bonding! You talking about me?"
"Babe, I need my underwear, these jeans are not comfortable without them."
"Oh fine."

You stand in the kitchen and Meulin comes in, Mittens trailing her.
"I guess I have a full time cat-sitter now," she says jokingly.
"And I have a kitty-cat to sit on my lap," you say.
"Mittens?"
"No, you."
"Oh."
"Yeah, because last night-"
"I get it honey."
"Okay, because I wasn't sure-"
"Stop talking."
Meulin kisses you to shut you up. Mittens meows happily.
You pull away.
"Shit, the cat watched us have sex," you say.
"Oh gosh, that's awkward."
"I wonder if it's like watching your parents have sex," you think out loud.

Mitten's POV
Assholes. Put a damn sock on the door, will ya?