catboy!cho and his cute little pleas ⋆🐾°
notes: catboy!cho had been suspiciously distancing himself from you since the first time you had cuddled, you thought he hated you since every single time you encountered, his tail would curl but little did you know he couldn’t have stop thinking of how your body was pressed against his.
tags: catboy!cho x afab!reader, slight angst, happy ending, whimpering, whining, rutting, grinding, p in v, oral, neediness, kinda mean reader, choso is flustered easily, fluff, smut with plot, subby cho, kinda dom reader, fingering, reader as nipple piercings.
it’s been two weeks. two weeks since you two cuddled, and catboy!cho couldn’t stop thinking about it. your breasts pressed against him, your soft thighs intertwining with his, your hands unconsciously playing with his hair, his hands trailing down to feel your sweet and plump sides. he couldn’t stop, his brain was filled with the nastiest sex positions he could get you in.
ever since catboy!cho had moved in as your new roommate, you guys were closer than ever. he got more comfortable with having his ears and tail around you, got comfortable with purring and his sharp canines whenever he ate. he was adorable, always flustered too, you had a feeling he liked you… you just weren’t too sure.
you came home, the house smelled… clean for the most part, he must’ve done some cleaning. when you walked in, taking off your shoes by the door and calling out that you were home, catboy!cho didn’t respond. which was rare… and out of the ordinary because catboy!cho never missed a moment to see you or talk to you. you walked further in, seeing the kitchen was clean and nobody was around.
typically he would be in the living room, taking his afternoon nap which always goes into the evening before you wake him up but he wasn’t, you called for him, knocked on his door and opened it. he was on his bed sleeping, well what you thought was sleeping, he was actually two seconds away from cumming after jerking off to your voice.
you padded over, sat on the bed and adjusted his hair. fuck, this was not the timeeee, he wanted to cum, nor be edged and if anything with you touching his hair and face so gently, he was about to cum under the sheets. “such a good kitty…” you said softly, caressing his head and softly touching his ears, they flicked as he pretended to wake up.
he blinked up at you, speaking in a low and kinda raspy voice, “you’re home?” you nodded, taking your hand away. he nodded and rolled over, his back to you. you frowned, typically he’d nuzzle into your thighs or pull you down but… he’s just going back to sleep. “are you hungry?” he shook his head, “i ate.” you mumbled an “oh” and got up before saying, “are you okay?” he paused.
“i’m fine. tired.”
“you’re always tired.”
“i’m a cat.”
“true.”
it was awkward, which was rare, catboy!cho was awkward but never ever would he try to shorten a conversation. “did i do something wrong?” he shook his head, “i’m just tired.” you sighed and walked out, closing his door before pausing outside of it. you thought if he was okay, maybe his heat is coming, or maybe he’s hurt… you started to overthink, maybe something was wrong with you and you had pissed him off.
as you walked to your bathroom, the thoughts were endless, you washed off and went to make yourself dinner, leaving a plate for him too just in case. you knew typically that if he was going to sleep already, he wouldn’t be up until morning, so you put the plate in the fridge as you ate your own. eventually you got up to go to bed and brushed your teeth, catboy!cho was still in his room, sometimes he’d come out to say goodnight, or you’d go in there…
but you were scared, not frightened, just scared that if you did say goodnight he’d get upset… more than you think he already is. you sighed and got into bed, you really tried to sleep, but it just didn’t work, until you heard his door open. you sat up quickly, as much as catboy!choso was the one with the heightened hearing, you could hear everything he was doing outside of his room.
he was pacing, he didn’t know what to do, he wanted to apologize for his cold mood, curl up into your bed and smoosh his face in between your breasts, he chewed on his thumb nail, before he smelled the food you left in the fridge. as he made his way over, you got up, of course he pretended not to hear as you opened the door and peeked out to watch him heat up the food.
at least he was eating, but you saw him as he had his thumb in between his teeth and his tail swaying behind him frantically. you creeped out, he looked up, then looked away at the microwave. “what’s wrong choso?” he shook his head, “nothing, i’m fine, i’m sorry i woke you up.”
“you didn’t, i couldn’t sleep anyways.”
…
“do you want me to make more food?”
he shook his head.
“choso.”
he looked up at you, before his eyes darted around and landed at his feet. you walked closer, “what’s wrong? is it me?” he shook his head, refusing to look at you, as his tail started to curl. he frowned, “do i make you uncomfortable?” he looked up at you, before looking away.
you took it as a yes, it was truly a ‘no’ and a way of saying ‘please don’t leave i’ve been blue balled since you came home’ but you didn’t catch it, of course because when you studied how cats react and their body language, a tail curling wasn’t the best sign.
you frowned and walked back to your room, choso could tell you were at least pissed, your feet were a bit heavier, you didn’t turn the knob when closing your door for a quieter sound. he stared at the microwave beeping before taking it out, he stared at the food. he didn’t really want to eat, he just felt bad.
he felt undeserving of food too, he wanted to starve… and to beg, he wanted your forgiveness, your sweet voice to coo and calm him down whenever he hysterically cried in your arms. he sniffled before taking the plate to his room, and sitting on the desk. he started to eat mechanically, small tears falling as each fork full came up.
once he finished, he laid down and cried into the pillow, eventually falling asleep with his eyes red and puffy. when he woke up in the morning, his eyes were super red, he splashed water on his face and brushed his teeth before walking out to the kitchen.
as always you were there cooking, you didn’t really hear him over the stove but he hovered a bit while grabbing the gallon of milk and pouring a cup. you glanced at him and smiled softly before going back to cooking, he hid his face as much as he could as he watched you cook.
once you finished, he sat down to eat, thanking you for the food in a very hushed tone before diving in quickly. you watched him eat, “were you hungry?” he nods, keeping his head down. you knew something was wrong, his eyes seemed red and he didn’t seem okay… well he hasn’t been okay since you came home yesterday.
you ate, keeping an eye on him before speaking. “i’m going out for groceries, do you want to come?” knowing that whenever you asked he normally always came. he shook his head, you froze, “huh?”
“i don’t want to go.” you blinked,
“but… you always go? what if i miss something you want? cho, you know im not always reliable with the list-“
he cut you off, “you’ll be fine.”
you stood up, “what’s the problem?”
he looked up at you, and shook his head. “nothing is the problem-“
“no! you’ve been moping and clearly avoiding me and i don’t know what i did cho, can you just talk to me?”
he stayed silent, he looked back down at his almost empty plate.
“really? you’re going to continue to ignore me?”
he didn’t speak up. just stared at his plate, on the inside he was beating himself up, he wanted to plead, to beg, to say how much he’d fucking missed you and how much it hurt him to not talk to you but he couldn’t bring himself to. you scoffed and got up, putting your barely eaten plate in the sink.
“at least do the dishes, since you’re not coming.” you put your shoes on and left, he stayed until he heard your car leaving and got up. he put his plate in the sink and took yours out, packing away the food and putting it in the fridge since he knew you’d regret not eating. as he washed, he got mad at himself, his eyes watering again before he wiped it away with his shoulder.
for the next two hours he waited, and waited… and waited again before he heard the door open, he was actually on the couch this time. he wanted to apologize, but he wasn’t gonna say anything, he was going to offer to help put groceries away and hoped that would convince you enough to forgive him… but he knew he’d have to do more.
he watched as you brought bags in, he hesitated before getting up and following you out for the second trip. as he grabbed the bags, he watched as your face seemed to have been frustrated, you grabbed the reusable bags roughly, stomping up the stairs, pushing the door open, huffing when he wouldn’t get out of the way. you didn’t seem happy, and he knew that only putting groceries away wasn’t going to do jack shit.
once you two finished with the bags, he helped put all the stuff away, methodically putting things away in cabinets, helping when you needed things up high. he also watched while your face seemed to have softened as you two moved along. it was progress, but not much. eventually as you two finished, he grabbed a water bottle and gave it to you. you mumbled a thanks and took a sip before handing it back to him, a simple gesture, something you two always did. you always shared drinks.
choso counted it as a kiss, like a middle schooler but he loved it. he could taste the lipgloss, seeing the rim of lipliner on the bottle, he enjoyed it all. he enjoyed you, but he didn’t take a sip, just put the cap back on and put it away. you turned away, starting to cook for lunch before he put a hand on your shoulder. you paused, he mumbled a sorry.
“for what?”
he grumbled, “for not going… and ignoring you… and avoiding you… i didn’t mean to.”
you hadn’t turned around, “how do you “not mean to” avoid me, cho?”
he placed his hands on both of your biceps, needing to be grounded, “i- i didn’t plan to… it just- i’m sorry.”
“what happened?”
he swallowed, “it’s- i can’t say.”
“did i do something?”
“no… not inherently.”
that made you turn around, “ ‘not inherently?’ what kind of bullshit is that cho?”
he shrugged, “i just- it’s hard to say… it’s- it’s kind of uncomfortable.”
you waited, staring at him while he stared at the floor, his hands had dropped. when he didn’t speak, you did.
“are you in heat?”
his eyes widened and he looked at you while his face flushed, “what?! no i- i’m a male cat i- i can’t i- that’s not it!”
you shrugged, “or rut? is that the proper term?”
“i’m not in heat or rut! it’s just you!”
you blinked. “me?”
he nodded and looked down, “remember the time we cuddled?”
you raised an eyebrow, “when?”
“on august fifth… at 7:30pm…”
you snorted, “so… two weeks ago?”
he nodded.
“what about it?”
he shifted, “i can’t stop thinking about it.”
you blinked, you didn’t expect that. considering choso and you had always been touchy with each other, you didn’t know why that one in particular had stuck when him so much. you tilted his chin so he could look at you instead of stare at the floor. “what about it can’t you stop thinking about?”
you had an inkling it was about something he couldn’t address, considering choso is so bad with his feelings. you never really considered choso in a romantic way… it doesn’t sound too bad, just something you never expected.
“i- i keep having weird thoughts… s-sexual ones.”
you blinked, you? he was having sexual thoughts about you? you expected choso to say he couldn’t sleep without you or he wanted a hug not… he was needy. your hand dropped, “about me?”
he nodded, staring into your eyes. “i couldn’t handle it… i’m sorry, it confused me and i- i panicked.” you shook your head, “it’s fine i just… didn’t expect it, since that day?” he nodded.
you stared at him, stifling a laugh. his eyebrows curved, he was worried, embarrassed too, he thought you were making fun of him. you laughed in your hand before muttering a sorry. he shook his head, his eyebrows were still drooped, he was definitely upset.
you started to pet his head, “it’s fine cho, i just laughed because i didn’t think you were serious.” he nuzzled into your hand, purring gently before speaking, “of course i’m serious, i can’t stop thinking about you.” you smiled and fiddled with his ear, scratching lightly at the back. his tail moved side to side slowly while his hands made their way up to your hips. he was needy, always needy but right now, you touching him made it so much worse.
he buried his face into your neck, his purring rumbling on the side, both of your hands made it up to his hair, rubbing and scratching lightly into his scalp and rubbing the pads of your fingers. you continued your ministrations for about five more minutes before patting his back and saying that you needed to cook lunch.
he frowned, “can i stay with you? please? or help? please?” you smiled and nodded, going ahead to cut the vegetables. he watched as you cut, admiring the way you held the knife… it wasn’t much, but for him, everything you did was admiring for him.
once you started to roast the vegetables, he watched as you stirred, his arms wrapped around your waist, his face buried in your neck. as you continued to cook, he was glued to you, waddling with you as you served the plates. he helped set the table, but he did it quickly just to get back to you. once you two sat down to eat, he moved his chair closer to you, his tail wrapping around your chair and he ate quickly.
he would not let you go, the next week went on with him being absolutely glued to your side, when you went out, he was there, when you went to sleep, he was there, bathrooms of course were different… sometimes, since he still stayed outside the door.
this night… was different. he was different, not bad but… yeah. he was so touchy, more than normal, his hands were on your thighs, he started to leave small kisses on your nape and neck, his hands moved up and down on your sides whenever he was watching you cook. until it all came down to bedtime, typically choso will lay down in bed, cuddle you, ask for pets then drift off.
he didn’t do any of that, he laid down, watched as you changed for bed, cuddled you, then slooowly started to rut up against your ass. every other night, you had held him in your chest, his face buried in your breasts but tonight he spooned you. he kissed your neck, licking sensually as he slowly moved his hard on onto your ass.
“cho… so bold.”
he nodded in your neck, “can we? please?”
you teased, “hmmm as long as you be a good boy and make me feel good before you stick it in.”
he nodded fast, kissing your neck, “i’ll do whatever you want, please, i wanna make you feel good.”
you moved your head to look at him and kissed him, he was so eager, his lips and tongue moved passionately against yours. his hands creeped down to your thighs as your tongue grazed his canines. he whimpered, his hands squeezing gently. you rolled over, sitting up and looking at him and spreading your legs.
“use a little kitten lick on me yeah? make me feel good.”
he nodded eagerly, crawling and pulling your pajama shorts and panties off. he whined at the smell and the slick and juicy wetness on your cunt. he sniffed, his nose buried into your folds, before he started to lap at your cunt.
“fuck-! cho- cho don’t stop.”
he couldn’t, he could never stop, he wanted everything to do with pleasing you as he lapped away at your juices, he sucked your clit, his canines grazing softly, you jolted, feeling the sharpness of his teeth in your clit. he looked up, asking if you were okay. you nodded and pushed his head further into your thighs.
“cho… cho i’m gonna cummm… make me cum, be a good boy.”
he moved his tongue faster, his pupils dilating as if he was on catnip, his claws slowly coming out as he got excited. he was careful not to dig into you though. once you came, he licked it all up, as if he was grooming you. you watched him, his gentle and quick licks on your folds, licking the small skin from your two holes to clean it all up.
once he crawled back up, he kissed you, allowing yourself to taste the sweet and tanginess of your cunt as he started to take his shirt off. you watched, he was so lean… but muscular, he was so fucking hot, his stupid fucking happy trail, practically begging you to pull his pants off and suck his life out of his cock.
he kissed you again, he whimpered… and whined, so much. he started to pull off his pants, leaving him in his boxers, he looked at you.
“can i take this off of you?” he fiddled with the end of your shirt. you nodded, he pulled it off, and he stared at the silver bars in between your nipples. he started to lick, gently at first, he never knew you got these, they weren’t there the last time you two cuddled, so he knew they might’ve been sore.
“mmm cho… suck a bit, i don’t mind.”
he sucked on your nipples, softly when you winced, harder when you pulled his hair, this was all turning him on even more, he looked up at you, watching as you threw your head back onto the pillows. he pulled off and tilted your chin down, “can i please fuck you now? please?” he whimpered, his ears and eyebrows drooping.
you pet his head and nodded, “go on and fuck me then, please me kitty.” he was so eager, he took his boxers off, he was fucking hung. the small moments you had felt his cock on the back of you, you knew he might’ve been average, maybe bigger but… but not this. you swallowed and looked at him.
“are you scared? don’t be scared, i’ll make you feel so good, please, i won’t hurt you.” he kissed your cheek, his tip rubbing his precum onto your clit. you bit your lip, “just fuck me cho… please… need you.” he nodded, and mumbled something about prepping you before shoving two fingers in.
you moaned loudly, gripping his wrist as he pumped his fingers in, he didn’t take his eyes off of your face, he started to curl with each pump. “you look so sexy… i can’t believe i’m making you feel good, please cum, gotta make you cum.” you nodded, arching your back at each curl before your climax hit you.
he watched as you panted, he whimpered again, “can i put it in now?” you nodded and looked down, watching as his cock twitched before he slid it in between your folds. he moved the tip slowly in, he watched your face, stopped when you winced, continued when you moaned.
he couldn’t wait anymore, he bottomed out in a second, he panted into your neck, listening to your moans and waiting for you to say go. he moved slowly at first, but didn’t stop to hit your spot, he gripped your hips as he started to thrust harder.
“harder cho… need it… need you.”
he didn’t stop, pounding into you, the sound of skin slapping, his whines and moans and your moaning all mixed in made him ache. he moaned in your ear, whispering and mumbling praises.
“gonna cum- gonna cum cho-“
he lifted you up, sitting you up as he thrusted, you squealed, gripping his shoulders, your sharp nicely painted nails dug into his blades, you bounced with him, feeling his cock hit the tip of your cervix. he mumbled into your neck, “gonna cum… can i cum? please let me cum in you.”
“yes! fuck- cho! cum- cum in me.” he didn’t think twice, he emptied fucking buckets into your cunt, his tail curling in pleasure and his ears perking up at his thrust, moving slowly as he watched your face twist in pleasure from your third climax. as the mixed fluids dripped down your and his thighs, he laid down with you in his arm, not even pulling out.
only you and catboy!cho know how many more times you two went after that, the kitchen, bathroom, shower, couch, his room, everything was used as a prop for sex, but he only cared about you and your pleasure as he wiped you down and cuddled you in the bed. you kissed his head and whispered sweet little nothings in his ear, he purred and clutched your body so tight as his face stayed in your stomach, since your nipples were freshly pierced.
“how long have you liked me cho?” he traced circles on your back, “since i saw you… the first time i moved in.”
“that long ago?!”
“yeah… i never thought we’d get as close as we did.”
“i didn’t either but wow…”
“did you like me?”
you caressed his head, “i wasn’t opposed to dating you, but i never really thought about any feelings towards you. maybe here and then when we were drunk or when you’d cuddle me.”
he looked up at you, “i’m glad you’re here now… i wouldn’t have been able to hold off, i was edged for the last three weeks.”
you laughed, “edged!?”
he nuzzled into your stomach again, flustered and blushing, “don’t bring it up.” you laughed and pet his head before he drifted off to sleep, “such a cute kitty.”
a/n: much much longer than i expected, i had absolutely no clue how to end this. i’ve never had a cat, so don’t trust my word on the body language. catboys/girls tho 🤤
divider from @honeyluvsw
choso art from @/catboy_lover69 on pinterest
