YES LMFAO GIVE US MORE PUNISHMENT AND REWARD🧎♀️🧎♀️🧎♀️🧎♀️It might just kill me but it will be a good way to go out
It won’t kill you don’t worry
Warnings for hybrids (Kitty! Levi), chastity/cock cage, heavy petting and making out, degradation, Switch! Levi Ackerman, use of “mommy”, thigh-riding
You easily fall back into your routine within the next few days: Wake up and get ready for work, make your coffee and Levi’s tea, then wake him. You knock gently on the door and poke your head inside, the room cloaked in darkness. Levi can’t sleep with a smidge of light, so you place his tea on the nightstand and roll the blinds up. Morning rays pour over his bed and soak him in liquid gold.
He stirs.
“Levi, baby, I have a short trip. Remember?” you say.
He grunts and rolls onto his back, his shirt rolling up to expose his lower stomach. You ghost your fingers over the ticklish area and he squirms.
“That’s today?” he asks, voice hoarse.
“Yes. I’ll be back tomorrow night. I left the card on the counter. This time, maybe you can try not to buy an entire wardrobe’s worth of lingerie?”
His nose crinkles. “You said to buy whatever I want.”
Your hand rubs back and forth, finger hooking under his brief’s waistband. You tug down the fabric and tuck the band beneath his cock, then take him into your hand.
He blushes, tongue bitten between his teeth to restrain any protests.
“Be a good boy when I’m gone and maybe you’ll get a reward,” you say, stroking his balls with your thumb.
He responds by aggressively turning over and yanking his comforter up to his chin. He glares through his lashes. “I hate you.”
“Oh, don’t be a sourpuss.”
“I’m not a—“
You sprawl yourself over his body, which looks more like a bundled lump, and he groans at the sudden impact.
“Come on, I want a kiss before I leave. I’m going to miss you,” you pout. You move your head around, searching for his lips, but he keeps the lower half of his face hidden under the sheets.
“It’s only one night,” his muffled voice reminds.
You frown. “Please?”
You hover over him and gently press your mouth between his eyebrows before kissing along the fine hairs to his temple. Levi eventually sighs, allowing the blanket to fall. He unveils his mouth and you swoop in to capture your prize. For how stubborn he was earlier, he’s now anything but. His lips massage yours, tongue grazing the backs of your teeth as if to latch your mouths together. It grows heated quickly. Your fingers tangle in the freshly-washed strands of his hair from the night prior, smoothing down his ears. The comforter is nothing but another barrier between your bodies he needs to get rid of.
He practically pounces, and you squeal against his lips as he rolls you on your back. It’s been a couple days since you’ve been intimate, or since he’s shown much initiative, so the relief is immediate. He grabs your wrists and pins them down, his stomach flush against yours and his hips squirming between your thighs. He nips your bottom lip, trapping it between his teeth before letting it snap back into place.
“After you take this thing off, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you,” he rasps.
“Mm, that’s rather vulgar of you to say,” you tell him, gasping when he jams three fingers into your mouth, unprompted. He pushes down on your tongue and licks the side of your neck.
“Shut up, Mommy,” he hisses.
His other hand shoves your shirt up, freeing your clad breasts, and he shoves his other hand into the cup of your bra to massage the aching flesh. Your moan dies on his fingers, tears swelling in your eyes as he pushes back further, seeing how much of their girth you can take.
Levi uses you. He straddles your thigh and rubs himself against the firm skin. But it doesn’t feel the same as it does when he’s not caged.
He uses his chin to shove the cup of your bra down, then pops your nipple into his mouth to silence his own frustrated whines. It’s no use, but he doesn’t know that yet—you just have to wait for him to realize you’re the one in control of whether he finds his release or not.
And, he won’t. He’s not nearly worked up enough to cum like this. Soon, though, it may be possible.
“Fuck, agh— “ he groans. His blushing cockhead spills over with arousal, slathering your skin in a sheer glow.
He yanks his fingers from your mouth, drool clinging to your lips and chin. He slides his arm under yours to tighten his hold and pounds harder and faster, his teeth clasping around your breast. The sting coaxes a cry from your throat, but it’s fallen on deaf ears.
You bring your shaky hand to the back of his head. “It’s not enough, hm?”
He whimpers.
“Poor boy.” You grab him by the nape and force him off, then sit yourself on his cock. “That wasn’t very nice of you, baby. I’m not some object you can just hump like you’re some bitch in heat.”
His chest heaves, and he writhes underneath you, fingers kneading the mattress. He fixes you with a glare, silver eyes sharp with defiance.
“That reward is looking less appealing the longer you look at me like that.”
He softens his expression, barely, but you squish his cheeks and wordlessly praise him for trying.
“I’ve been spoiling you too much, so now you think you can just cum whenever you want. No restraint. No patience,” you say, slowly grinding forward. The pressure licks at the fiery heat between your thighs. “Now I have to train it out of you.”
He pushes up, aiding your efforts, but purely for his own selfish reasons.
“I’m going to be a better owner”—you touch his lips, sealing away his frustrations—“so you can be a better pet.”
Something in him clicks, and he wraps his lips around your finger. He sucks you in.
