𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: Jiyong thinks he can tease you all day and get away with it. Maybe he’s just one dumb kitty.
𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩: catboy jiyong again, sub!jiyong, dom!reader, smut, handjob, edging, use of mommy, p in v sex, descriptions of cum, unprotected sex (keep it wrapped).
You don’t expect Jiyong to react the way he does. You knew he liked to be praised but you’d never used it in bed before
It started with Jiyong getting handsy at breakfast, his tail fluttering behind him as he chews his food, and his ears twitching above him in that way he knows is gonna earn him a kiss or two.
And then he drags it on further into the day when around lunch time, he saunters into the lounge, right up to where you’re sitting, lazily flipping through the channels when he drops to his knees next to you and lays his head in your lap giving the illusion of cuddles.
You knew he was trying to tease you. Keyword tease.
You pretended you didn’t feel his feet under the table slowly stroking your calve. You pretended you didn’t feel his fingers inching up your waist band attempting to subtly pull them down.
So when nighttime came, and he was stretched out in bed in nothing but his underwear and a white tee, you couldn’t help but shamelessly check him out.
He looked unfair like that. Too relaxed, too open. He laid on his stomach slightly on his side, his shirt riding up just enough to tease you with the sight of his belly.
His tail flicked lazily against the sheets, giving him away even as he pretended not to notice you staring.
“You’re being weird,” he said after a moment, eyes still closed, mouth quirking like he already knew the answer.
You didn’t bother denying it. You leaned against the doorframe instead, letting your gaze drag deliberately over him. “Am I?”
One eye opened. Then the other.
His ears twitched when he saw the look on your face. Slow and unashamed. He swallowed and sat up a little, tugging absently at the hem of his shirt like he’d only just remembered what he was wearing.
“You’re staring,” he muttered, voice lighter than it should’ve been.
“You’re lying there,” you replied easily, stepping closer to the bed, “like you want to be looked at.”
That earned you a scoff, but his tail curled anyway, betraying him completely. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
You walked over to the bed, now standing directly in front of him. Just staring long enough to watch him squirm.
“Sit up” you said firmly.
You held his gaze. “Sit up.”
There it was, that split second where he thought about arguing. You could see it flicker across his face, that familiar bratty spark. Then his shoulders dropped just a fraction, and he did as you asked, back against the headboard, hands resting uselessly in his lap.
Satisfied, you climb on top of him, knees spreading his legs open as you lean in just close enough to feel his breath hot against your face.
Firmly but gently, you grab his hips, pulling them against yours as you lean against him, planting a kiss to his lips.
Beneath you, you feel him shaking, as he melts into the kiss, it slowly becoming more passionate and sloppy as your combined pleasure high-tens.
As quickly as it started, you quickly pulled away, watching his lips chase after yours as a dissatisfied whine escapes his swollen lips.
His hands instantly reaching up to hold you. Any part of you, your breasts, your hips, your arms anything.
Grabbing his wrists you pin them down and remove his legs from your hips before you climb over him and mutter into his ear about no touching till you say so.
He freezes and then obeys immediately, dropping his hands to the bed, knuckles white as he forces himself to stay still. His chest rises fast beneath the thin cotton of his shirt, eyes blown wide and dark as he looks up at you.
“You’re doing so well,” you murmur.
That praise hits harder than anything else. His head tips back against the headboard, throat exposed, tail curling tight against the sheets like it’s trying to hold him together.
Your hands slide up his chest, bunching the fabric of his shirt in your fists but not removing it, just claiming it. His breath stutters when you kiss him again, harder this time, hungrier, and he meets you instantly, all restraint fraying.
You pull back once more, foreheads touching, your voice low and certain.
“If I tell you what to do next,” you say, “are you going to be a good boy for me?”
With a smile you lean back in, the feeling of him hard against your centre as you slip your hands under his shirt.
Slowly your hands start to trail their way up his sides and over his chest until your fingers gently pinch at his nipples, a small moan tumbling into your mouth.
Smiling a little, you roll his nipples between your fingers as you start to kiss across his cheek and down his neck.
As small whimpers and whines slowly fall from his mouth you decide that it wasn’t enough.
So, just beneath his jawline, right where it feels the best you start to suck.
Alternating between sucking and licking you notice him start to shuffle his hips against you for any sort of friction.
Pulling away from his neck, you pull your hands away to admire him beneath you.
His shirt ridden up over his heaving chest exposing his sensitive nipples to the cold, along with his hands bend awkwardly at your sides almost begging to touch you, and his forehead already sweaty making him look like he was made to be under you.
Almost torturously, you slowly start to move your hips against him, the friction making him whine out again.
“M-mha… k-keep going p-please..” he whimpers desperately tugging at the pillows above him while he attempts to grind up into you.
In retaliation you stop, listening to the pretty sounds of him begging you to keep going again.
Smiling to yourself, you roll back a bit. Your hands siding down his stomach to the waistband of his underwear and hooking your fingers into it but not tugging yet.
“Ah-ah kitty, did I say you could move?” You smile satisfied watching him still.
You watch him swallow, seemingly deciding then that he’s going to see how long he can go without responding.
Dragging your hooked finger away from his body, you slip your finger out, letting the elastic slap back against his waist.
“Did I say you could move?” You say firmly.
If anyone else were to witness this they would assume that Jiyong was NOT enjoying himself and dare you say in pain.
But you’ve known him long enough that the tip of his tail twitching against the mattress and that sparkle in his eyes tells you that he in fact likes it a little too much.
“N-no..” he barely croaks out.
Smirking to yourself, you lean forward slightly again and take one of his nipples between your fingers.
“Tell me what you want kitty, and maybe I’ll let you have it.”
When he goes quiet again you pinch his nipple just slightly harder causing a whimper so loud to tumble out of him you’re sure the neighbours will be complaining tomorrow.
“Y-you mommy! I-I wanna be inside you, please j-just let me touch you, please!” He begs finally, his back arching up into you as you lean over him to whisper in his ear.
“Have you been a good kitty?”
He swallows hard before continuing, “Y-yes! I have! I’ve been a r-really good kitty mommy! Please!”
Gently you kiss the spot that was forming a hickey and you climb off him slowly and begin to undress.
His eyes watching every movement. From the dip of your hands hooking into your pyjama shorts, to your breasts spilling out from under your shirt.
Now completely naked in front of him you reach over and hook your fingers into his underwear again and tell him to lift his hips as you tug them all the way down, throwing them somewhere across the room as he springs up, tall and leaking.
Licking your lips, you reach out and wrap your hand around him, stroking up to his tip slowly, savouring the way he twitches. Fighting hard not to buck into your hand.
Slowly, your speed starts to pick up, stoking him just enough to get him moaning loud enough for the whole apartment to hear.
Still stroking him, you lean over him and kiss him. Albeit it was sloppy and couldn’t even be considered a kiss, he still found a way to try and shove his tongue into yours.
Eventually you could feel him starting to tense, his panting speeding up. You could tell he was close, so you speed up watching him squirm and his ears flatten and twitch against the fluffy pillows.
“F-fuck, I- ah!… ‘m gonna cu-“ and before he could finish his sentence you stopped.
“W-what?..N-no mommy, don’t stop!” He whined trying to buck into your hand.
Pinning his hips down with your free hand, you crawl on top of him.
“Hmm why should I?” Teasing him a little, you stroke him again softly, hearing him sigh in pleasure.
Slowly you start to pick up the pace again, watching as his hands fumble around the bed. From gripping the sheets to fisting the pillows.
“Thats not an answer, kitty…” you say speeding up.
Again you start to feel him twitch again, his eyes fluttering shut as you feel his thighs start to shake.
Slowing your pace slightly, white ropes paint your hand and his stomach, his high pitched moans filling the room.
“Such a good kitty for mommy, hm?” You say pulling your hand away and smearing himself over his chest.
Nodding he lets out a small noise of agreement as he catches his breath.
Before he can even think of rolling over and falling asleep snuggly in your arms, you start to rub yourself over him, his tip catching on your clit each time.
“Think you can give me one more?” You smile sweetly watching him, completely mesmerised by the way your body moves above him.
“Mhm..” he whispers, swallowing back the rest of his remaining thoughts as he watched you lift your hips off him before aligning him with your entrance.
Swallowing slightly, you drop onto him hard, the feeling of him filling you causing the both of you to moan.
Planting your hands on his chest for stability, you start to move yourself against him.
Repeatedly bouncing against him while he moans almost ten times louder than he did before.
Swallowing hard you reach for his hands and place them on your hips as you start to bounce faster.
“Ngh-hah…m-mommy t-too m-uch..” he whimpers. His fingers digging into your hips so hard you’ll feel it tomorrow.
“Y-you can take it…be a good boy for me” swallowing, you lean back and go a little faster feeling yourself getting closer to the edge.
“Are you gonna c-cum… wanna make y-you come m-ma..” trailing off his fingers trail down to your clit and start to circle, causing you to moan loudly.
Leaning forward again your lips capture his in a messy kiss as you murmur into his mouth that you’re about to come.
It hits you like a train the way your whole body shakes above him. With the feeling of him still thrusting inside you, forcing himself to tip over the edge, and him still rubbing circles on your clit it felt like too much yet not enough at the same time.
Feeling him finally still inside you, the two of you collapsing against each-other feels almost relaxing and super disgusting considering you could feel the sweat and cum mix snd stick to your skin as you lean against him.
Sighing you roll off him, his member slipping out of you causing the both of you to hiss at the loss.
After cleaning up and the both of you cuddling in the comfort of your sweat stained bed and old tee-shirts, the two of you spend the rest of the evening wrapped in each-other like high school hallway couples.
Just as you were about to fall asleep to the sound of Jiyong’s purring chest you press a quick kiss to his forehead and settle into his side.
“I love you Jiyong.” You mumble against him.
Snorting lightly, his tail brushes along your ankle under the blanket, “I love you too, jagiya.”
