Heyyy, i love your workk, could you maybe write something about ilia being jealous of his cats because reader is cuddling them or just paying more attention to them than to him. Something on those lines please and thank you
a movie playing low in the background,
On the couch, she was curled up comfortably, completely content.
Which would’ve been perfect…
If she wasn’t currently giving all of her attention to the cats.
Ilia stood in the doorway for a second, just watching.
One cat tucked against her side, the other sprawled across her lap, both getting gentle scratches and soft coos like they were the only things that existed.
He’d been home for ten minutes.
“Wow,” Ilia said finally, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall. “Good to know where I rank in this household.”
She barely glanced up, smiling lazily. “Hi, baby.”
“Hi,” he echoed, unimpressed. “Don’t get up or anything. I wouldn’t want to interrupt… whatever this is.”
She laughed softly, still petting them. “They missed me.”
“Oh, I’m sure they did,” he said, pushing himself off the wall and walking over. “Must’ve been really hard for them. Sitting around. Being fed. Napping all day.”
One of the cats shifted, stretching further into her like it was proving his point.
“She just looked at me…rubbing it in” he muttered.
She giggled, finally looking up at him properly. “You’re being dramatic.”
“You’re not being replaced.”
“Really?” He gestured toward the scene in front of him. “Because it looks like I’ve been demoted.”
She shook her head, amused, but there was a softness in her eyes. “Come sit.”
Instead, he tilted his head slightly, watching her with that playful, almost pouty expression he knew worked.
“I would,” he said, “but I don’t think there’s room for me anymore.”
She rolled her eyes, but there was a flicker of something else now…something that made her look at him a little more closely.
“…are you actually jealous of the cats? YOUR cats?” she asked.
He scoffed lightly, dropping onto the arm of the couch. “I’m not jealous.”
Her expression shifted immediately, something softer, more understanding slipping in between the humor.
Carefully, she lifted one cat off her lap, then the other, setting them gently on the couch beside her despite their small protests.
“Hey…” Ilia started, but stopped as she stood up and walked over to him.
Without a word she pushed him to the couch.
She climbed into his lap.
His hands instinctively went to her waist, surprise flickering across his face as she settled comfortably against him, arms wrapping loosely around his shoulders.
She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.
“Is my blonde boy jealous of his own cats?” she murmured, teasing but gentle.
His lips twitched despite himself.
“…maybe a little,” he admitted quietly.
She laughed, warm and soft, and then…without warning…started kissing his face.
Forehead. Cheek. The corner of his mouth.
Again and again, playful and affectionate, like she was making up for lost time.
“There,” she said between kisses. “Better?”
“Not even close,” he mumbled, but he was already smiling.
She hummed, tilting her head as her kisses trailed lower along his jaw, just under his ear.
He let out a small breath, barely audible, his grip tightening slightly on her waist.
“You’re so dramatic,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his skin as she moved down to his neck.
“I love you,” she murmured quietly against him.
A soft hum slipped out of him at that, his head tipping back just slightly, giving her more room without even realizing it.
Her lips found his , and it lingered slow, warm, familiar in a way that made everything else fade out.
He kissed her back instantly, one hand coming up to cup her face, pulling her just a little closer like he’d been waiting for this all night.
A small weight jumped onto the couch.
They both froze for half a second before she broke, laughing softly against his lips.
“Your cat child is jelly just like you,” she said, glancing down as Mysti pawed at her again, very clearly demanding attention.
Ilia groaned quietly, dropping his forehead to hers. “Unbelievable.” laughing slightly.
“You started it,” she teased.
Loudly….like she was completely disagreeing.
She laughed again, pressing one more quick kiss to his lips before shifting slightly, reaching down to scoop her up.
“Okay, okay, I hear you,” she murmured to the cat.
Later, they were in bed, the movie now playing properly as soft light flickered across the room.
Miu Miu was curled comfortably in Ilia’s lap, completely settled like she belonged there.
Mysti, meanwhile, was tucked against her side again, finally satisfied.
Ilia had one arm wrapped loosely around her, his thumb tracing slow, absent patterns against her arm.
She turned her head, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, smiling against him.
“See?” she said lightly. “I can give all my affection to all three of you.”
He huffed quietly, though there was no real annoyance left..just that lingering softness.
“Mm,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss her again, slower this time. “But I still want you all to myself.”
She laughed softly into the kiss and didn’t pull away.
