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Kitten
JenoxReader
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Warnings: established relationship, pet/kitten play, use of the terms ‘kitty’ and ‘kitten’, kink discussion, anal play, sub space?, Jeno flips from soft and hard dom pretty frequently, and just the usual stuff (afraid to say anything too descriptive don’t wanna get flagged :/)
Note: please let me know if there are any typos or just awkward sentences. I’m trying to get better at editing but I read so fast I can miss things.
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“Why does he treat you like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re a cat?”
It was one of the few times you felt yourself physically freeze frame. Your body still curled awkwardly as Mark had decided to drop the question on you right as you were adjusting after Jeno had gotten up to grab a charger from his room. His words ran circles around your mind over and over until they connected enough for you to throw a confused and unflattering look at the boy sitting across from you.
“Mark what are you even on about?” you finally cough out as you settle back into the couch, your shoulders shimmying down until they were sunk into the soft fabric and a content huff leaving you before you speak again.
“You think Jeno treats me like a cat?” it’s more a question to the universe, slipping from your mouth out of pure bewilderment as to how he could have come to such a thought.
“I mean yeah, are you like being purposefully dense and ignoring it or are you just that oblivious to how your own boyfriend treats you,” he scoffs, and is clearly just messing with you, but you can’t help but pout at his choice of words, “I mean I always knew Jeno would be cute and fluffy when he got into a relationship but he literally treats you like you’re his newborn kitten.”
“I don’t know Mark, maybe you’re just a freak and you’re projecting what you want to see,” you shrug and grin at him in such a petulant and condescending way that he can't help but scrunch his face up the exact same way to throw back.
“Anyways,” you start, your voice lower to a mutter as you hear the creek of Jeno’s bedroom door reopening and his socked feet shuffling back towards you two, “Jeno doesn’t treat me any other way than the way he’s supposed to, which is like the human being I am, duh.”
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You’re sure Mark would have had another snarky comment to throw your way if it wouldn’t have been for the man in question landing roughly with a grunt next to you, his shoulder pressing tightly against your own as he mirrors the way you sit.
“What are you two talking about?” he asks innocently, glancing over at the phone you hold in your hand and grinning when all he sees is a photo of you two that you use as your lock screen.
“Nothing important,” you answer before Mark can, afraid that if he had the gall to ask you such a weirdo question, that he definitely would not have hesitated with Jeno.
“Hmm boring,” he teases, gently jabbing you in the side with the sharp bone of his elbow, “hey, let’s go to the room, I wanna take a nap.”
He’s standing before you can respond, and you slowly begin to sit up, letting your stiff muscles stretch out before you stand. For someone who claims to needing to be unconscious, Jeno starts to bounce slightly where he stands, clearly eager for you to follow him to the room he just got out of, and it’s in you watching him with endearment that you notice he didn’t even bother grabbing the charger.
“Come on, the longer you take the less time we have to nap,” he finally reaches out in impatience, and instead of reaching for your hand as you assumed he would, his fingers land on the soft skin on the underside of your chin. Again, you’d stiffen, thankfully this time though it reads as just you continuing to stretch because as soon as you do, Jeno begins gently scratching at the delicate skin and playfully cooing at you.
You hate two things. One, you hate how the action fills your belly with butterflies and makes your heart start to pick up as you lean into him. Something about his habit of petting at you always got you all swirly, pulling you soft and making you slightly dizzy and warm, but this happening now in front of Mark leads you to the second thing you hate.
You hate that after your eyes flutter closed as you’re put slightly in a trance, they snap open and quickly dart over to where Mark sits. The bastard in question is looking at his phone, but the evil grin he wears and the way his ears seem more perked than usual, you know he’s mentally swimming in a pool of self proclaimed victory.
“Okay let’s go,” you say, your voice a bit shaky and rushed as you stand on wobbly legs. Your hand wraps tightly around his wrist, tugging it down so his arm falls back to his side, and all you can do to mask the weirdly rough action is by pushing his shoulders to turn him towards the room and forcing him to walk, “I’m sleepy now too.”
A lie. That’s exactly what that was. You were the opposite of sleepy at what just happened among you, a boy who was just proven perfectly right, and another boy who was just grinning with oblivion. You weren’t sure if the small flare of anger you felt towards Mark was fully warranted, but you felt it regardless, and just from pure spite of being proved wrong with just one little action you throw a stern middle finger to the boy who’s desperately trying to muffle a laugh into his hand and start to weakly tell yourself that what had conspired was just a interestingly timed coincidence.
Even with the repeating mantra you’ve stuck in your mind of ‘it was just a fluke, Jeno doesn’t treat you like a cat,’ you had to admit your ego was just a bit bruised. And this bruising you took showed through in your actions probably a bit more than you intended as you toss yourself into the softness of his mattress and bedding with a whiny huff.
Jeno seems to hear your theatrics even with his back turned towards you, his quiet but entertained chuckle shaking his shoulders as he stands slumped over, working on lighting the candle he knew smelled the best to you and connecting his now charging phone to the bluetooth speaker to play the playlist he had so meticulously put together for the times like this. The quiet but heavy bass that spills from the speakers is enough to make you sink into the the pillow that's drenched in the smell of him, and you can feel the adrenaline spike you had felt subsiding and letting your eyes get droopy, but it all only adds to the pout that’s glued to your face.
You learn that this is the face you’re sporting when he turns back to you and his eyebrows immediately stitch together with concern, “heeeeey,” he draws the word out as he climbs on to the bed and begins to crawl towards you, sinking down into the sheets himself and curling his arms around your frame to pull you into his chest.
“What’s with the sour look, my pouty baby,” you don’t absolutely love how condescending the words would have sounded out of context, but the way he says it, the way he holds you and brushes his fingers across the bridge of your nose and swell of your cheekbone and presses his mouth against your forehead, has you melting into him. Your arms winding around his waist and your legs tangle up with his, and if he wasn’t expecting an explanation for your huffy mood, you could have easily closed your eyes and passed out against his chest within seconds.
“Mark is a dweeb,” it's all you can think to say, the insult carrying zero venom behind it and only makes the chest below you shake with amusement.
“That he is,” Jeno coolly agrees, sinking deeper into the bed as he anticipates the exaggerated story of whatever happened between you and his friend while he wasn’t in the room, his eyes sliding shut before he speaks again, “but what could he have done to pull such harsh words from such a sweet little thing like you hm?”
You almost scoff at his words, because you and him both know that you had every capability of not being his sweet little thing, but you're too loopy from the comforting environment around you, that your mind can’t help but turn mushy as you play along.
“You’re also a dweeb,” you say, remembering that while Mark was the one that brought it up, Jeno was the one who fucked around and gave him proof only moments after his claim.
Jeno involuntarily lets out a jumbled sound of confusion and his eyes shoot back open, an amused but slightly baffled laugh coming out as a rush of air from his nose and he’s reaching to pinch the shell of your ear in faux offense.
“What did I do to be a dweeb? I’m just sitting here.”
“Sitting here now yeah,” you prop up on your elbow next to him, his arms still holding tightly around you to not let you move too far from him, “but earlier when you left Mark decided to mouth off and say you treat me like a stinkin’ cat or something.”
“Stinking? Hey, you like cats!”
You ignore his comment, and the fact that that was the most important part of the sentence to him for whatever reason, and continue, “and it that wasn’t bad enough, then you waltz in and start scratching at my chin and baby talking me, and you just made him think he was right or something.”
You land back onto his chest with a sigh and scowl, reaching over to pinch his bicep to punctuate your grumpiness. The yelp you let out when he grabs at your waist in retaliation only makes him laugh more and you grimace harder.
“You like when I scratch at your chin,” he says with so much sureness and pride it makes you feel very seen even if he is your boyfriend, “I can tell, you turn into this little puddle of jelly and I’m surprised you don’t start purring sometimes.”
“Hey-“ you try to sit up again, but he tightens his hold to keep you against him, and he keeps speaking.
“Anyways what does it matter what someone else thinks of our relationship,” he speaks with such an assured tone it calms you down if only a little, “and even if I do treat you like a cat, I still treat you well.”
He mutters the second part in a way that emulates the intention of you not hearing, but he wanted you to hear perfectly clear, and that you did. If it wasn’t for the strong hold he has on you, you would have most likely tried to sit up again, but all you can do is crawl up his chest until your face is right in front of his own. The tip of your nose pressing into his own and your legs shifting to straddle on each side of him as you stare down at him suspiciously.
“Are you admitting that you treat me like a cat right now?” you ask him, desperately trying to not lose your stern glare as his eyes cross slightly in such a cute way that it makes your chest warm and your throat tighten, “please tell me you’re not saying Mark was right because I don’t know if I can take that.”
“Can’t take what? Being wrong for once?” you collapse back into his body, your face smashing into the pillow beside his head, using the fabric to muffle the long and whiny cry of his name you let out.
His arms curl tightly around you, taking you into a hug that’s tighter than he’s probably aware of and knocking the wind from you as he sways you side to side.
“I’m sorry, you’re just my little kitty, I can’t help it,” he finally admits in a singing tone. The truth in the air as he admits that, yes Mark was right, your boyfriend treats you like a cat, and he apparently does it with complete awareness as well.
“Okay but you could have at least told me that that’s what you were doing,” now you’re just pulling at straws trying to find something to whine about, because realistically if he is treating you like he would a cat, it’s not that you dislike it. Jeno, from day one, had been your dream boy. He treated you like a perfect gentleman when you first started being around one another, and as feelings started to develop the only thing that really changed was he had gotten more comfortable and more playful with you.
You do admit that now that you’re aware of this view he has of you, you do see the little things that have come along with it.
Jeno praises you for even the smallest of things, his eyes lighting up just as much as your own when you accomplish something and feel pride within yourself. His hand was practically glued to the top of your head because of this, petting you gently as he tells you how smart and good you are at the things you do.
His love for the chokers you like to wear makes a bit more sense now. As well as the way he likes to tease you by dangling the things you want above your face until you reach to grab them. And even what you’re doing now, curling around him to take a nap almost every time you spend time with him. You always wrote it off as him being a textbook Taurus, but now you realize you get droopy eyed and dreamy almost as soon as you enter the warm atmosphere of his room and anytime he pairs it with scratching at your scalp and back, it surprises you sometimes that you don’t just start drooling in happiness.
The final realization you make is more embarrassing, but now you see how far his treatment bleeds. His praise doesn’t stop once you’re behind closed doors, almost getting more frequent as he calls you his perfect little angel any chance he gets whether you’re pleasing him or receiving pleasure yourself. You had definitely noticed how heated and prideful he gets when you get on your knees to crawl to him or look up at him with shining eyes when you kneel between his legs. And you would have to be just totally and willfully ignorant to not notice his love for having your face pressed into the sheets and your back curved almost painfully as he keeps your ass high in the air and pressed against his crotch.
As you reminisce you find that the only thing you disliked about this realization is the fact that you have to admit Mark was right, because everything else to you were things you loved. You just wished you had known sooner.
“How deep does this even go?” you ask, partially to him and partially to yourself as he turns to his side and pulls you to his chest like a stuffed toy, “like is it just habits or do you really like to look at me like I’m a cat?”
He at least has the decency to look sheepish at your questioning, his ears warming until they burn a bright red and his lips curling in between his teeth as his thoughts begin to almost visibly swirl in his brain.
“I know you’re not a cat,” he starts, as if you genuinely needed that as a reassurance, “but, I don’t know. I love cats, and you're so cute and soft just like one, I couldn’t help but want to treat you like my little baby. I just want to take care of you and dote on you every time I see you and god when you look at me with those pretty eyes…”
You don’t have time to worry about whether or not he can hear or even feel the way your heart thuds against your chest with every quickened beat, all you can do as he babbles on is curl into him and try to not start vibrating with excitement and happiness from how cute he could be.
“I’d lock you in this room if I could,” he admits, and the soft tone he holds somehow makes what he said one of the least intimidating things you’ve heard in your life as he slides his warm hands up the back of your shirt, “just keep you here as my little pet. Have you all warm and happy for me to come home to every day, and just pamper and love you all the time.”
“Jenooo,” you quietly howl, nuzzling your face into the bend of his shoulder, your lips trailing over the skin with kisses and nips.
“And god I’d just make you come until you couldn’t even think, just my mindless little pet.”
“Jeno!” you yelp in shock, the adrenaline that runs back through you as his words string together in your mind has you shooting up again, your eyes wild in surprise at such a scandalous thought coming from your sweet and golden hearted boyfriend.
“What?” he matches your tone almost perfectly, pulling you back to his chest one last time with a devilish grin.
“So its a sex thing too?”
“Of course its a sex thing,” he says as if its the most obvious thing in the world, his confidence slowly wearing off when the realization of the situation finally starts to hit him, and the next thing he says is tinged in an apologetic and worried tone, “I mean unless you don’t want it to be. Fuck, actually forget I said any of that, I understand if you’re not into it like that, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything. It’s just… I don’t know, I know it’s not something that everyone is really into so just pretend I didn’t bring it up.”
You unfortunately don’t have the capacity to tell him to calm down, instead you have to use his panicked rambling to think. Think about what he just admitted, and this whole fantasy that, from the way he worded it, seemed to be something he’s thought about in depth. Obviously staying locked in his room wasn’t realistic, you had to be a functioning human outside of your relationship, but playing the part wouldn’t hurt in the slightest would it? You already admitted to yourself that you liked the nonsexual aspect of the scenario, what would stop you from liking it when you take it a step further?
“I don’t want to forget it,” you finally cut into his stressed mumbling, moving your hands to thread your fingers through his hair and press your mouth to the beauty mark that rests beneath his eye, “that’s probably the last thing I want to forget right now actually. You’ll just have to explain it a little more for me and I'm down for anything, well I mean I am after we take that nap.“
The way his shoulders slouch in relief, and the smile that spreads across his pretty face makes your belly warm and your pattering heart happy. And as he pulls the blanket over your shoulders and brings you in to use his shoulder as a pillow, you can’t help but think maybe being his “little kitty” won’t be bad at all.
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Every time a new package came, Jeno would tell you.
You’d get a text along the lines of ‘guess what just came?’ followed by a few silly cat emojis but you could never fully guess. You knew it was all pertaining to the conversation you had had that day, and the conversation that followed when you two had woken up. You already had established safe words and hard passes when you first started fooling around, so there wasn’t a whole lot more for him to tell you except that he wanted you to have a few pretty things to add to the fantasy. And with the fact that you trusted him with your life and then some, you didn’t feel the need to ask many further questions.
He said he’d take care of the preparations himself, and all you had to do was “stay pretty and do what you’re told.” And to you, that seemed easy enough.
So when the last package arrived, he told you, and surprisingly, you felt slightly more lost than you did in the beginning. Okay, he has everything he needs, so now what? It just happens or?
The answer was no. You saw him again, and again, and again, and nothing happened. Well, nothing in the sense of you playing kitten, aside from how he already treats you, but you fooled around and he made you come more times than you could probably count. But ultimately you saw nothing of what he has been ordering in the past few weeks.
It wasn’t until you two decided to have a night in.
The other boys had their own things to do, leaving you alone and at peace to do whatever you two pleased. And logically, it was a perfect time to delve into Jeno’s newly announced interest, but at this point it had almost completely slipped your mind.
The last package had arrived at least two weeks ago at this point, so Jeno no longer had a way to drop little reminders, and honestly that’s probably the way he wanted it. Your ability to look a little vulnerable, ditzy and lost was something you knew got him going, a desire to corrupt and defile you when you’re oh so willing hiding well behind his kind eyes, but you could see it clear as day, even if no one else could.
And you were about as oblivious as you could get at the moment, sitting on the edge of his bed, humming and toeing off your shoes as you scroll mindlessly through your phone. His back once again turned towards you as he lights the wick on a warm and woodsy candle and clicks on a new playlist he had been secretly crafting for the past few days.
You were again under the impression that in the next few minutes, the only thing you two would be getting up to would be a nice cuddly nap, your body already melting and getting pliant as you lean further and further back until your flush against his blankets and wrapped in the smell of his cologne, detergent, and skin. You were only about three posts deep into twitter when your lost the last bit of strength in your hand and your phone was landing with a thump against the mattress, your eyes fluttering closed soon after as you soak up the atmosphere of the room you’ve come to love so much.
Not even the feeling of his calloused hands wrapping around the soft skin of your thighs was enough to stir you from your relaxed state, the only sign of life you grant him is the small hum of content you let out from the back of your throat when his fingers knead at the tense muscle and start to travel upwards.
Your thighs part with little to no thought. Your legs falling open to let his hips press towards you, your sock clad feet locking behind him when he's close enough for your taste. He curves his fingers around the back of your thighs to fold you and bring himself closer, and once you're wrapped around him in a way that can only be described as koala-like, his hands move to trail up your sides towards your ribs that expand and collapse with every one of your deep breaths.
“Hmm you’re so warm,” he finally speaks as he presses his nose into the dip below your jaw, your arms crawling and winding around his wide shoulders as you hum again in response and your spine arches closer to his chest, “all warm and soft and pretty. My perfect little kitten.”
The last word that leaves his lips makes your whole body tense, your eyelashes fluttering rapidly as your eyes decide whether or not they want to pop open. You try to form a response in your mind, something coherent and well thought as to not let him know how easy he’s gotten you flustered, but as your head tilts and your neck curves as a result of his lips and tongue mapping across the burning skin of your throat, you accept that you’re fighting a losing battle when he begins to speak again.
“If you’re not in the mood I get it,” he actions contradict his words though as he teeth sink into the sensitive skin pulled over your jugular, and the shiver that rocks through your body is most likely enough to prove that you in fact are, “but I can’t pretend that I’m not impatient as hell to see you in what I got.”
“You’re the one who’s been avoiding it,” you remind, laughing quietly and squirming around when he starts to playfully nip at you and even letting out a small growling groan.
“I’m… nervous,” he finally admits, his voice hushed and shy in a way that makes your
heart flutter in your chest hard enough that you’re sure he can feel it with him pressed against you, “all this had been mostly just in theory, I’ve never really had the right person or opportunity to put it into practice. I don’t want to scare you off.”
“You’re not going to scare me off,” you lay out immediately, wanting zero confusion or miscommunication between you, “I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been bouncing off the walls thinking about it since you first brought it up, and you can trust me to speak up if I’m not loving what’s happening.”
“Fucking thank god,” he huff a warm breath of air against you neck, making you twitch and sigh, his hands moving almost immediately after to slip under your shirt at push at the fabric until it bunches under your armpits, “you have no idea how long ive been wanting to get you all dressed up and pretty for me.”
He pushes himself up after a particularly harsh bite to the side of your neck, and his hold on your shirt forces you to sit up with him as he tugs it up and over your head, the sound of it landing on the floor behind him is an unceremonious flop.
“Take your pants and underwear off for me please,” he asks in such a polite tone that one could assume he was asking you a completely different question, but you comply regardless with a smile.
He has a moment of pause when you remove you fabric from your chest, his mind momentarily blanking when he takes in the sight of your bare chest, before he shakes himself out of his stupor and turns to walk to his closet. Once he has it open and is kneeling down to dig around in the things he has cluttered on its floor, you catch a glimpse of a small black box that you’ve never seen before.
You finally tear your eyes away from him to tug at both the shorts and pair of underwear you wear until they fall to a pile around your ankles, your hand quickly dipping between your thighs as you step out of them to see that he did in fact get you slightly wet just from his work against your neck and you can’t help the way your chest warms in anticipation for what he could do to you next.
“Hey,” his fingers are rough as they wrap around your wrist, tugging at your wandering hand with a grunt and push to get you seated back on the bed, “I didn’t say you could start causing trouble did I? We’ve barely gotten started.”
You throw him a pouty frown and watch the hand that moves away once you comply to him join the other in digging through the matte black box that now sits on the far corner of the bed, your curiosity gnawing at you as he mentally debates on what thing to pull out first.
“Last chance to back out,” he mutters only barely audible as he’s become almost totally confident that you’re just as ready as him.
He glances over in expectation though when you fail to respond, his eyebrow tugging up and his eyes so dark you can't help but pull your knees closer to curl into yourself with shyness. All you can do in response is quickly nod and lean closer to where he stands until his face smooths back into his soft and reassuring smile.
“First thing,” he starts, pulling the first item from the box. Its base is a thin headband, clearly made to stay snug against your skull, and on top are two identical fluffy fabric cat ears. The majority of them are made from soft white fur, the inside a light baby pink and they have small bows and ribbons that decorate both sides of each ear. They look as if they fit into the palm of your hand and you can't even for a second imagine how cute they look resting on your head.
You’re not given the time to imagine though, as after a quick glance of an examination, Jeno is moving to stand in front of your again and guiding you to sit up straight in front of him, your back aching just the smallest amount as you try to sit up nice and straight for him with a soft smile and eager eyes.
“There,” he murmurs to himself along with a some other words you can’t make out, as he places the ears as gently on your head as humanly possible, making sure they sit perfectly straight and flatter you the exact way he knows you would like, “now would you look at that. You’re somehow a million times prettier than I could ever imagine.”
His hands smooth over the back of your head until the rest folded together at the base of your skull, his praising words making your chest tighten and your thighs tighten as the doting shoots straight to your warming belly. The way he holds you forces your head to tilt back and use his fingers as a head rest as you look up at him with shining eyes and it takes everything in your soul to not whimper out when he says ‘my pretty little kitten.’ But all hope is lost when his thumbs curve around and dig into the bone of your jaw.
You feel every last ounce of air escape your lungs when he leans down and presses his mouth against yours. Your body has a mind of its own as he pushes his tongue into the space of your mouth, moving to sit on your knees to get just the smallest amount closer to his rough lips as your hands grab at his wrists in a desperate attempt to gain some stability.
The way his tongue swipes against your own has a bead of drool slipping down your chin and your arousal mirrors it as you create a mess against the inside of your thighs. Your eyes are shut so tight you fear that it might bring on a headache, but you can’t do anything but make that a problem for future you as current you is much too invested in getting every flavor of him imprinted on your tongue for the rest of your life.
It's not until you start to feel the smallest amount light headed do you realize his thumbs have started to push into the arteries on both sides of your neck, blocking the blood flow to your head to make you more malleable in his hold.
The only reason you are able to take gasping breaths in his hold is the way he pulls away to bite and tug on your bottom lip and drag the tip of his tongue across your cheek and across your jaw, and its in this moment you know he’s just as addicted to the taste of you as you are to him.
There’s so much hesitation in his movements when he finally pulls away, taking a few failed attempts of ‘one last kiss’ before he gains enough self control to return to the box that still sits open next to you, and the way you somehow find a way to remain sitting perfectly and patient with your hands now folded in your lap and your newly adorned kitten ears has him wondering how he doesn’t come in his jeans right then and there.
“Next,” he says, his voice clearly shaken and airy with only just one word. His patience has clearly dwindled now as his shaky hands pull the next object from the box and immediately stands to hold it directly in your line of vision.
Its the same baby pink as the inside of your ears, a collar a little under an inch wide and decorated with what looks like small diamonds. It’s so pretty it could easily pass as just a lovely little choker if it wasn’t for the threaded clasp and the perfectly polished heart shaped tag that has been lovingly engraved with the name of the boy that stands in front of you now.
“You already know you’re mine right?” it’s a question that is as rhetorical as it could get, cause you and him both know that you’ve belonged to one another since day one, “but now you have this. Just to make it a little more official.”
You tilt your head immediately and without question to help him thread it around your neck, his fingers dipping underneath after it’s been clasped on to make sure it’s not too snug and shifting it around until the name tag dangles perfectly in the center of your neck.
He takes a step back once it's perfect, his shoulders sinking slightly and his head slowly shaking as he looks at you in disbelief. His eyes are wide and curious and they dart around every inch of your form and you almost feel like he can see everything from your physical being all the way down to your soul.
“Do you have any idea how perfect you are,” he asks, reaching forward to take your chin between his index finger’s knuckle and thumb, using the strength of the digits to tilt your head side to side, “a perfect little angel. All for me to play with and destroy aren’t ya?”
You don’t stop the whine that leaves you this time, instead pairing it with pleading and watery eyes as you wrap both hands tightly around his wrist again and using his slight shock to guide his thumb between your lips and laving over it with your curling tongue.
“Fuck,” he curses louder than you know he intended, his lips curling in between his teeth as he tries to pull himself back to earth before he throws his entire plan out the window and just runs you into the mattress without a second thought, “now don’t go trying to start something before I finish my work you little brat.”
His tone doesn’t hold any of the malice that he had probably intended, and when he finally tugs his hand from your greedy mouth and lands a gentle but stinging smack to the side of your face you can only grin in a devious wave of victory.
You watch in a confused curiosity when he steps away and bypasses the box at your side, instead he walks to the other side of his bed towards the small table he has to house all his little things. And with a strained neck and furrowed brow, you don’t even have time to question what he’s up to before he’s reaching in and pulling out a familiar small clear bottle.
He pays you and your curiously scrunched face no mind as he makes a stop at the box to pull out what looks like just a thick rope of the same fur fabric that rests on your head, and when he steps back in front of you and you see the small metal bulb that is attached to the end do you connect what he holds.
Its not that you never done anything relating to anal play in your life, especially when it came to being with Jeno. His hands were more than guilty to go wandering, and when you never felt the need to protest it became more common than not that he ended up playing with more of your body than you had ever anticipated, but you’d be a fool to deny him or complain.
So no, the addition of the toy he holds now shouldn’t be a total surprise, you knew such things existed way before now but never really thought about having one used on you until now. And you can’t say you aren’t more than a little excited.
“Can you lie on your stomach for me, kitten?” He asks in a way that means what he said literally but also a way of asking if you’re still on board with what's happening.
You shift off your knees, landing leaning on your hip and hand with a heavy sigh and smile. The desperate need you have to tease him is more than evident in the way your eyes glitter and he can only stand in bewilderment at how he found someone as perfect as you.
You turn slowly, turning your head quickly to keep your eyes locked with his, before you’re bowing your chest to the bed and curving your back down until your belly rests flat against the blankets and your feet are swinging sweetly in the air in a way that you know will drive him wild.
He growls at the new sight your slightly parted thighs give his hungry eyes, the glittering wetness that coats your skin makes his mouth water and his patience shrink thinner and thinner.
He does it without thinking, placing the plug and bottle of lube down next to your twitchy form before he’s climbing onto the bed to loom over you and out of your field of vision.
You don’t have time to question him again before he’s leaning down and latching his mouth to one of your shoulder blade with a harsh and burning bite to distract you from his hands wrapping around your hips to pull your bare ass tight against his jean clad crotch, the scrape of the denim against your skin making you push back against him in a desperate search for friction.
He all but devours the skin of your back and neck, leaving burning and bruising skin everywhere his rough teeth touch. And he shows no intent on letting up on the damage he does to your skin until he’s pulled back and licking at the dimples in your lower back.
You feel your face warm in embarrassment when he grabs at the flesh of your ass and pulls you open for his eyes to examine. The way he just stares and uses his hold on you to move your hips side to side makes you squirm and whine, but he shows no interest in giving you any sympathy.
You hear him spit vulgarly before you feel it, his saliva landing just below your tailbone and slipping down in a way that makes you shiver in his hold. He wastes no time before he’s dipping his thumb into the puddle he’s created on you before pressing the digit into you and forcing a gasp from your throat.
“Shhh,” he lets out the shushing sound with a proud and evil grin, his free hand moving to smooth up your spine and force you harder against the mattress, “nothing you’re not used to, so be a good kitty and take it.”
You petulantly thrash on the bed, pressing back against him once again, only to earn a cracking smack against the back of your thigh and a dark laugh from your usually sweet and loving boyfriend.
You let out another whine when he pulls his hands away, but knowing better than to move from your position, so all you can do is pout and wait.
The cracking pop of the bottle's lid as he opens it has your belly drawing in along with your other muscles tensing in anticipation. The lube is cool when it touches your skin, making you jump just the smallest bit and pulling a gasp from your chest. It joins his spit that remains on your skin, and before you have time to collect your thoughts, you can feel the metal plug begin to prod at you.
“Can I have a color?” he says the words less like a question and more of a command, and before you can fully run the entire scenario through your brain, you feel your body pressing into him as you whine out the word ‘green.’
He hums in appreciation, his free hand going to run comfortingly up and down your back once again before he starts to slowly push the toy inside.
The first hint of stretch is smooth but still makes you gasp and turns your breathing labored. He’s teasing as he eases it in, pressing it about halfway before twisting it and pulling it back out only to repeat the process again and again.
You can feel tears welling up in your eyes. The process isn’t painful, but it’s definitely foreign. But it’s foreign in a way that you know that you’ll enjoy it and most likely ask for it again in the near future and you just wish he’d get on with it right now.
“Jeno, please,” if he couldn’t see the tears that had started to gather along your waterline, he could definitely hear it in your voice. The way you speak, your voice cracked and broken as you speak the only words your foggy brain you form and the way he only laughs and repeats his process in response makes your vision start to blur.
“You act like you can’t take some teasing, we both know you're stronger than this,” he clicks his tongue in faux disappointment, before leaning over to press a kiss against your ear, “but since you asked so politely.”
You take the opportunity of him being pressed against you now to lay your head back against his shoulder as he pushes the plug all the way in. Aside from one or two of his wandering fingers, this is the first time you’ve been so full like this and you’d be lying to say you didn’t like it and it wasn’t making your brain turn to swirls.
With both hands free now, he reaches around your torso to pull your back flush against his chest, his other hand moving to wrap around your exposed throat, his index and middle finger subtly slipping under the collar on your neck to check the tightness one more time.
“Now you’re all ready,” he mutters in your ear, his voice dropping octaves lower than his usual as he speaks and it only adds to waves that crash at your core. Your thighs clamp together violently, giving you a lot less relief than the action usually does now with a toy seated inside you, but you can’t stop the subconscious action, “a perfectly made up little kitten just for me to play with hm?”
All you can offer in response is clinging hands that grab onto his forearms as he squeezes once again at your bruising throat and a long whine of his name as you squirm in his hold, you feel like you’re going delirious from every touch he lays against your skin and you can think of anything else but the need for release.
“You’ve been such a good kitty for me, you always are,” his praise goes straight to your gut the way it always does, but it feels like this time your senses have been turned up a million notches. And when he reaches up to harshly pinch one of your nipples between strong and unforgiving fingers all you can do in response is sob, “it’s time for a little treat don’t you think?”
You nod frantically, using as much mobility that you can with his hand still holding you tight, and the way he kisses your temple and nuzzles into the side of your face makes you feel like you’re being the perfect angel just for him.
You’re thankful for the bed in front of you, as when he suddenly lets go of you completely, you crash weakly onto the mattress. Your nails scrape at the blankets as you try to sit up, and once you’re again leaning awkwardly against one hip to avoid torturing yourself with pushing on the plug more than necessary, you see that he’s moved to sit propped up against the headboard.
“Come here my little kitten,” he follows the words with a patronizing clicking of his tongue and his fingers reaching out to coax you towards him. You feel your head tilt just slightly to the side without thinking and you swear the wind is knocked from his chest as he witnesses the movement, “c’mon, stop being so cute and come sit with me.”
You tentatively move to your hands and knees, making long and slow strides to move the small space between you. He meets you halfway with an outstretched hand and you lean the side of your face into his palm without a second thought.
The moment you get to him, you curl into his chest with a content sigh. Your face pushes into the side of his neck and his other arm winds around your shoulders as his thumb brushes over your cheekbone.
“You’d stay like this all day if I’d let you wouldnt you?” he rhetorically asks, smiling into the kiss he places on your forehead when you purr in confirmation, “I’d let you if you weren’t driving me wild right now.”
And he does let you, probably for a moment longer than he had initially planned, but he’s basking in the comforting warmth of your bare body curled into his with so much security, just about as much as you are, and it takes all his willpower to urge you into the position that he wants.
“Turn around for me little one,” he speaks so softly but commanding in a way that makes your body shift without any thought, his hands shifting around your body to help and guide you until your leaning back into his chest, the brush of the fuzzy ears on your head when they touch his chin and cheek making a wide smile take over his face.
After pushing his hand under you to adjust the tail, he pulls your legs to lay over his bent knees, laying you open and spread to his burning hands as they smooth across your chest and down your belly.
He quietly shushes and clicks his tongue at you as you tense and grumble at his touch, your hips tilting up towards his fingers as the tips of them push into your flesh.
His hands bypass the place you’d like them the most, moving instead to squeeze and knead at the taut muscle of your thighs. He bites gently at your neck as he starts to tease you, moving his palms along your skin but stopping just short of dipping into your arousal.
You feel like your patience is wearing thin as his right hand moves back up towards your chest, brushing and circling his fingers over your nipples just slightly, enough to make you thump the base of your skull against his shoulder.
You small tantrum is cut short though, when he wraps his fingers around your throat again, using the hold he has on your neck to turn you head to face him, his soft smile and the glittering look he holds in his eyes makes you pout almost immediately, hoping to exploit the soft nature he’s taken on for once.
He ignores your puppy eyed pout, instead he digs his thumb and index finger harshly under your jaw and tilts your head at the perfect angle to press his mouth against yours.
He licks slowly at your lips, his tongue just barely dipping past your teeth when his head tilts and moves and the teasing action makes a small bead of saliva roll down the center of your chin.
You’ve lost the sense of focus you had on his free and still moving hand as he deprives you of a deeper kiss, and it’s too late to gather your bearings before he’s sinking his ring and middle fingers deep into your entrance, coating them in your dripping arousal.
The sudden intrusion, and the way he curls the digits into the spot that makes your belly fill with writhing nerves, makes you gasp loudly into his mouth. The sound escapes at full volume, regardless of his lips smothering over your own, but is quickly interrupted when he takes advantage of your agape mouth and pushes his tongue inside.
He shows no interest in allowing you a moment to adjust, his wrist moving quickly to thrust his fingers into you deep and fast. You feel the muscles of his arm tense tighter as it’s wrapped around your shoulder, his grip on your neck becoming tighter to keep you flush and close to him as you start to squirm at the sudden pleasure that rips up your spine. The muscles of his thighs are doing the same as they work to keep your thighs open wide as they desperately try to shut around his hand.
The amount of pleasure you feel in such a short period is overwhelming, and you can feel tears welling up on your waterline as your toes curl almost painfully.
Once he’s satisfied with how drenched your body has made his fingers, he drags them up and out until they completely cover your swollen clit. Your body flutters and clenches at the sudden emptiness he leaves in you, and when he pulls his mouth away from yours to bite at the shell of your ear the sounds you’ve been holding back come spilling out in the form of delirious gibberish.
The feeling of your first orgasm comes on too fast as his fingers take on the same speed as they circle over your clit, and the way you yelp and swear makes that more than evident to the boy that is pressed into your back, but he shows no intention of slowing his movements. He only half heartedly shushes you and kisses your temple as he pinches the hypersensitive nerves between his calloused fingers.
You feel your chest start to burn as if you’ve been overcome with a fever, your throat feeling dry and scratchy from the way he tightens his fist around your neck and the broken cries that crawl out of your mouth. Your eyes feel blurry from the way his hold manipulates the blood flow to your head, and in a desperate attempt to ground yourself on one thing, you notice that the nails of your right hand are sunk deep into the flesh of his forearm, and your left had reached up to fist tightly at the hair on the back of his head. If any of the ways you hold onto Jeno cause him any discomfort, he shows no evidence of it, and you're thankful for this as you're not sure you could have let go if you had even wanted to.
When it hits you, your orgasm feels overwhelming. With your thighs unable to shut in the way your muscles beg for, your left open to his unrelenting hand as he keeps moving his fingers against you to prolong the borderline painful feeling. The muscles of your stomach flex, you whole being trying to curl into itself as you whimper and moan in his hold, and from the soft smile and quiet incoherent words he murmurs in your ear, you can tell he enjoys every second of it.
His fingers slow, still keeping a steady pace as the roll against you but not enough to overwhelm you anymore. The fingers on his other hand follow suit as the loosen the hold on you, and the feeling of the sudden head rush you get makes a shiver rock your entire body and gives you a momentary drunk feeling.
He finally pulls away from the space between your thighs to curl his arm underneath your bending knees as you finally gather the mobility to pull them together and towards your chest, and with his words of praise still coming out like a broken faucet, you return to your earlier curled up position against his chest.
“You have no idea how much you’re driving me crazy right now,” he admits with a deep sigh while pushing his nose against your temple to nuzzle and kiss at you as if he hadn’t just had full control over your body moments ago.
“Me driving you insane?” you ask with as much attitude as you can muster as your eyes flutter closed and you rest against his chest, “I feel like I just got off a train that was going a thousand miles a minute.”
He laughs quietly, running his still damp fingers against your bottom lip before you take them into your mouth to suck on like a pacifier.
There’s a moment of calm as you lay against one another, your breathing settling as you keep his fingers pressed comfortingly against your tongue, when he finally speaks again.
“Can I have a color?” he asks cautiously, and you're surprised you hear him in your tired state.
Your eyelashes flutter against your cheeks as your brain processes the question and its meaning, before they snap open. Its now you notice the way he presses hard and warm against the underside of your thigh, his chest heaving slightly from his lack of relief and your heartbeat picks up again at the idea of what he could do to you after such an intense but short moment.
“Green,” you answer quickly, but the way your thighs clamp shoots a spark of aftershocks up your spine and you notice that your legs are still shaky, “but like a green with just the smallest amount of yellow in it. I want to be able to walk tomorrow.”
He laughs again, murmuring about how he loves you and will take care of you as his hands knead your tensed muscles and move you until you're lying flat on your back and staring up at the ceiling.
You can hear the shuffling of his clothes as he undresses, and even though watching him undress is one of your preferred past times, you can't muster the strength to sit up to sneak a glance. Instead, when you hear the metallic clank of his belt hitting the floor, you reach out your hands with a needy whine as you wordlessly beg for his touch.
“My poor little baby,” he mocks, but the tone he uses warms your heart too much for you to complain. And when he starts to sink his hips between your open thighs, scolding him is the last of your concerns.
You feel his damp tip bump against the inside of your thigh, his precome smearing against your clammy skin and makes your brain start to run every memory it holds of the feeling of him coming inside of you all at once.
He doesn’t have a chance to pull a cheesy line when your eyes lock and his chest presses against your own, because the second you have sight of him again you attach your mouth against his. Biting harshly at his bottom lip as your legs and arms curl around him and trap him against you the way he did to you.
“Hey,” he playfully yelps when you move to roll your tongue over his adam’s apple, your teeth following immediately after as you try to litter his skin with deep bruises, “just because you're playing kitten tonight doesn’t mean you have to bite like one.”
“Yes it does,” you take just a beat to respond, your voice drenched in sass and petulance, before you solidify your response with a particularly harsh bite to the skin of his jaw.
“This and the damage you did to my arm kitten, you're about to make me look like I was attacked by an alley cat.”
“You’re the one who wanted to treat me like a cat in the first place mister, so don’t act surprised that I’m giving you what you want.”
“Okay now you want to act like a brat,” he rolls his eyes playfully before he reaches to grab your wrists and pushes them into the mattress by your head, “then I’ll just fuck you like a brat okay?”
He lets go of one of your wrists to reach between your bodies, his fingers dipping into you again quickly to gather your arousal, before he’s wrapping his fist around himself and tugging a few times before he’s pressing into you only an inch.
He hesitates moving any further until his hand is back to pinning your wrist down, and regardless of the ache between your thighs and in your muscles, you start to push your hips and tighten your legs to pull him closer.
“You are unbelievable,” he says in awe, his words tense though as he now speaks between clenched teeth. His eyes scan over your entire face, darting to the ears that still sit snugly on your head and the collar that decorates the delicate skin of your neck. He looks so hungry as he stares down at you, you’re surprised he doesn’t start drooling, and its not until you whine and clench around him does he snap back.
All he does is hum, pushing his face into the dip of your shoulder to lick and kiss along the top of the collar as he finally starts sinking slowly into you inch by inch.
The plug sitting in you makes the stretch of him feel so foreign regardless of how many times he’s done it, and your head digs into the sheets as you moan and pant at the pleasure the combination causes in your gut.
The hold he has on your wrists is short lived when he starts rocking his hips against you. His strong but tentative fingers crawl up your wrist and palms until they start to thread with yours, and when he’s properly holding both of your hands in his, you swear the fluttering of your heart and the blossom of pleasure in your belly meet in the middle and make you see stars.
Your brain is mush at this point, and all you can see, feel, and think about is the boy that’s pressed against you. Your legs tighten around him again and again as your muscles work with a mind of their own and try to get him as close to you as humanly possible. And when you hike your thighs up on his hips at just the right angle, that his lower belly digs into your clit, you shake against him.
Your hips don’t have full mobility with how close he lays against you, but that doesn’t stop them from rocking up and trying to meet his deep and slow thrusts. The way his length drags against your walls makes you feel like you're falling apart as he’s sinking into your skin, and when you taste the promise of your incoming orgasm on the back of your tongue, you think there’s nothing more that you love than being his little kitten.
His thrusts get sloppier as you flutter around him, his thrusts slowly just the smallest amount from how tight you’ve clamped around him, and a deep growling grown leaves his chest when he feels your back arch with the beginnings of you coming.
Your nails dig into the backs of his hands as overwhelming pleasure runs up your spine. Your mouth feels dry and the arches of your feet ache again with your toes curling for the second time. You can feel your eyes fluttering wildly and your head even begins to ache slightly at how far your eyes roll back into your skull. It feels like you’ve been washed with a heavy wave of water that pulls the air from your lungs, but it feels and smells like the familiarity of your loving boyfriend, so every second of it feels like heaven.
You’re still weak and your muscles lax when you feel his hands slip from yours to grab onto your hips. His fingers are rougher than he probably intended as he turns you over and onto your stomach, but the relief of sinking your face into the warm blankets is enough for you to brush off any harshness.
You can only gasp and whine when he sinks back into you, his pace quicker than you’re sure you can handle as he chases his high, but when he pulls the tail that connects to the plug in you to lay into across the curve of your ass and lower back and it’s tugging hits you with enough stimulation to make you push back into him, you’re sure you’d take anything he’d give. Today and any day.
His hands push into the small of your back, keeping you curved perfectly to plague your body with aftershocks of pleasure as he gets closer and closer to the edge.
He almost collapses into you when it happens. His teeth latching back onto the same spot on your shoulder blade as earlier, and the feeling of him filling your body to the brim and the deep growl he lets out around the mouthful he has of your flesh has you coming weakly around him in response.
You shake against each other as he calms and turns to his side, pulling you with him as he fears pulling out too soon would disrupt the moment for the both of you.
You’re sure you’re half asleep, or maybe half dead at this point, when he starts to sit up and adjust your rag doll-like body. The feeling of him slipping himself from your body makes you hiss and groan, and you're halfway through turning into a more comfortable position when you feel that the plug that still rests in you hinders you from getting full relief.
He pushes you onto your stomach for the last time, kissing the deep bite marks he's left in your skin as he carefully pulls the toy from your body.
Once you're empty, he leans down to press his mouth against your tailbone in appreciation as his hand kneads gently at your hip and thigh, before he moves back to the box that still, surprisingly, sits at the foot of the bed. Once the toy is wiped with one of the baby wipes he keeps in the mysteriously large box, he puts it away and returns to your side.
“Come on,” his hands curl under your ribs as he pulls you to stand on shaky legs, the proud grin he wears from the way he’s worn out your entire being would be visible from miles away, and if you had any strength left in your arms, you’d probably smack him.
You groan in protest uselessly, him being much stronger than you at this moment and the need to get cleaned up being just as strong as him. But with the ears and collar still decorating you from the neck up, you can't help but still want to hold onto the petulant attitude they instilled on you.
“Come on my little sex kitten. You were so amazing for me, the most you can do is let me pamper and clean you up.”
“Can we nap afterward?” Your words slur more than you thought they would, but with the inability to keep your eyes even the smallest amount open, you can’t say you're surprised.
“Of course,” he replies in disbelief and with an endeared laugh as he walks you to the shower as he messes with the clasp on your collar, “sleep the day away if you want my little kitty.”
I want him 😫 no I need him like rn ...
