good kitty
2025 gerard way x reader.
summary: gerard’s been busy lately, shutting himself in his office and burying his nose in work. maybe you can find a way to distract him?
tags: kitty play, light exhibitionism, oral sex (m receiving), spanking, fingering, soft + rough sex, praise kink, cockwarming, fem reader.
a/n: lots of puppy play gee out there but hardly any kitty. wc: 3,284.
Gerard had been busy lately, spending long hours alone in his office, days softening into weeks without much notice. When he finally comes to bed, he’s usually exhausted, moving carefully, like he’s trying not to wake you. His arms always find you, settling around your waist and pulling you back against his chest before falling into a deep sleep.
Your schedules don’t line up the way they used to. You’re usually asleep when he comes in, and he’s gone by the time you wake up. It doesn’t feel dramatic or painful, just quietly different. Meals are eaten at different times, conversations picked up and set down again, stretched across days instead of hours.
Still, there are traces of Gerard everywhere.
A bowl rinsed and left to dry by the sink. One of his jackets draped over the back of a chair, faintly smelling like him. In the mornings, you find coffee waiting on your nightstand, poured into your favorite mug, sometimes still warm, sometimes not, but always there.
It makes you smile, every time.
Gerard is truly so passionate, so wonderful, always planning things in his head, storyboarding ideas on scraps of paper and the backs of envelopes scattered through his office. Creativity lives in him completely, threaded through everything he does. You see it in the way he talks with his hands, in how his eyes light up when something finally clicks, in the way he can lose hours chasing a single idea and come back drained but satisfied. It’s part of why you love him, this restless need to make something meaningful, even when it takes so much out of him.
You know he’s working hard, giving so much of himself to what he’s creating. You’re proud of him, every little thing he does sparking admiration in your chest. Even when the house feels a little quieter than usual, the loneliness never feels heavy. It’s more like a pause, something temporary, something you trust will pass.
Your best friend gave you the idea first, and you’d dismissed it right away, too embarrassed to even consider it seriously.
There’s no way he could be into that.
Right?
Sure, you know he’s fond of cats. Sure, he’s had a few over the years. Sure, you both have talked about adopting one together…
But pretending to be one…
For sex?
Completely insane.
And yet… you can’t help the small, reluctant part of you that wonders what it would look like, how it would feel.
You had tried your fair share of lingerie before, but this… this feels different. Almost too much as you slide the lacy collar around your neck, the little bell jingling softly, perching the cat ears atop your head, tugging the stockings into place.
It’s elaborate, more so than you expected, taking nearly an hour to get everything just right. Every piece seems designed to hug all the right places, accentuating curves you hadn’t realized could be highlighted so perfectly. As you add the final touches of makeup, smoothing out stray hairs and adjusting the ears one last time, you can’t help but pause for a moment, taking your reflection in the mirror.
Ridiculous.
Kind of hot.
Hesitantly, you knock on Gerard’s office door with a soft tap. No answer, as expected. You push it open slowly. He’s there, completely absorbed in the monitor screens on top of his desk, crouched low.
Carefully, you lower yourself onto all fours, the little bell on your collar jingling softly. You press a hand over it, trying to silence the ringing as you crawl under his desk. He hasn’t noticed you yet, and the thought of surprising him like this makes it impossible not to bite back a laugh at the absurdity of the situation.
Slowly, very slowly, you lean forward and nuzzle his crotch, the soft jingle of your collar bell making your heart skip a beat. You pause there, feeling the warmth of him through his clothes, savoring the moment as you extend your tongue, licking a long stripe up his clothed core. You press gently, letting your cheek and nose brush against him.
Gerard notices immediately, head snapping down to find you nestled between his thighs as you continue to lick at him.
“B-baby… what… what are you doing?”
You answer him with a teasing, soft “Meow?”
“I’m on a video call,” he says, voice tight with surprise.
You freeze, every inch of you regretting the decision, debating whether to run. You shouldn’t have done this, you’ve messed it all up. Just as you’re about to push yourself up and leave in a rush of embarrassment, his hand cups your cheek, warm and steady, stopping you in place.
You look up at him, confusion mirrored by something warmer in his eyes as he peers down at you. The wet spot on his jeans, the ears, the collar… Every detail speaks of your mischievous intentions, and he can tell what you need without a word.
A slow, almost teasing smile curls his lips as he leans just a little closer, fingers brushing through your hair as if daring you to stay exactly where you are. The room feels smaller, warmer, charged with a quiet, playful tension that makes your pulse race and your grin unavoidable.
Gerard scratches gently between your ears, fingers warm against your skin. You shiver under his touch, the small bell on your collar jingling softly as your hands press against the floor for balance. Encouraged by him, you gladly continue, leaning closer as you continue to mouth at him through the denim, taking your sweet time as the wetness begins to soak through the fabric.
He lets out a low sigh, tugging lightly on one of your ears, his touch firm but gentle, making your pulse quicken. You gladly continue, reaching to unzip his jeans and pull down his boxers just enough so his cock can spring out.
He’s already semi-hard, pre beading as you suckle the tip into your mouth, feeling him fully harden between your lips with a few gentle sucks. His fingers trail from your ears down the back of your neck, and you can feel the quiet heat between you building with each slow, deliberate touch.
You take that as your cue to start moving, taking him deeper into your mouth and hollowing out your cheeks in the way you know he loves. Gerard’s breath hitches, looking down at your oh so innocent eyes as you set a steady pace, each motion teasing, drawing out the playfulness of the moment.
You always love the taste of him, the heady feeling of his length sliding into your throat as you open up for him.
“Gerard, what did you think about that direction?”
His head snaps up in a panic, and for a brief second, the tension in his eyes betrays him. He quickly masks it with his professional demeanor, fumbling to unmute himself.
“I-I think that sounds… great,” he says, voice tight, letting out a startled grunt under his breath as you take him down to the base in one smooth motion.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine… !” he stutters through gritted teeth, voice tight.
“We can reschedule if you’re not feeling well.”
“No, no, please… continue— hahhh—” he blurts, voice betraying a mix of urgency and embarrassment, the unmistakable sounds of wetness cutting through the air.
You truly can’t help yourself, not when you see him like this, caught off guard, so undeniably flustered. The way he struggles to keep his composure, the slight hitch in his breath, the tension in his hands… it makes it impossible not to revel in the effect you have on him.
The soft jingling of your collar each time you shift makes your pulse quicken, excitement coursing through your veins as you focus on massaging with your lips, spare hand reaching up to fondle his balls.
“What’s that noise?”
“M-must be my… cat,” Gerard pants, a quick laugh escaping him. “She can be… a handful sometimes.”
You can’t help the quiet, teasing purr that slips out, soft and mischievous. One look down at you, your hooded eyes staring up at him, flushed cheeks, tail flicking behind you with every movement of your body, and he’s completely losing it, shooting deep into your throat with a silent moan as you slide to the tip, pumping him to milk every last drop.
But you’re not done.
After a few short breaths, you sink back down onto him. He tries to pull you off of him, tugging harshly at your hair, but you don’t stop, sucking him even as he starts to soften on your tongue.
Sure, you love seeing Gerard soft, all warmth and ease, but getting him worked up is entirely different. He’s mellowed out a lot over the years, calmer, more grounded, but the fire is still there, sparking every time you push just a little, tease just enough. The way he looks at you, the heat in his gaze, the tension in his hands… It makes it impossible not to grin, to lean in closer, to flirt and play, wondering exactly how far you can go before he loses control.
“Looks like that’s everything for today. Anything else, Gerard?”
“N-nope,” he grunts, voice a little shaky. “I’ll… see you soon.”
He clicks off the call, and for a moment the room is filled with the quiet hum of anticipation between you.
Gerard leans back in his chair, eyes closed, breathing slowly as he carefully pulls you off him by your hair. Drool and spit streak across his clothes, a messy hint of the heat that’s still lingering between you.
“What the hell was that?” he growls, each word sharp, his tone dripping with frustration.
“I thought…” you start, only to be cut off as he yanks you into his lap, lips crashing against yours in one desperate motion.
There’s no ceremony. No teasing. Just pure, unadulterated hunger as his lips part yours just enough to slip his tongue inside. The force of him sends shivers straight up your spine, responding instinctively but pressing against him, hands wrapping at the base of his neck. The warmth of his body, the scent of him, the slick, urgent motion of your mouths together all swirl around you, making it impossible to think, impossible to stop.
Gerard’s desperate, so fucking desperate, grasping and exploring every inch of you as you mewl into his mouth, struggling to pull back for air. He doesn’t let you, eyes raking over your body, lingering on the collar, the intricate outfit, every little detail.
“Look at you,” he whispers, his voice husky, rough with need. “All this for me, pretty kitty?”
You nod, blush blooming across your cheeks, as his hands rake down your body. You shiver under his touch, tail flicking instinctively, collar jingling softly with every tiny movement. His hands press into your hips, holding you in place just enough to make you ache for more, and you can’t help the soft, teasing mewl that slips past your lips.
“Such a bad kitty,” he murmurs, voice low and rough, brushing his nose against yours. “Distracting me. Tempting me… That’s very naughty of you.”
“I’ve been— haaa— good,” you whimper as he nips and sucks at the spot on your neck he knows you love. Your hands wander over his shoulders, gripping him lightly as you tilt your head to give him better access. Each movement sends jolts of electricity through your body, and you can’t help the quiet whimpers and breathy moans that escape your lips.
“I don’t think you have, baby.” he murmurs, voice low, fingers tightening slightly as he leans closer, claiming your attention fully.
“I think,” Gerard says quietly, thumb tilting your chin up so you have no choice but to meet his eyes, “I need to teach you a lesson.”
“Turn around for me, sweetheart.”
You have half a mind to tease him again, but the look in his eyes stops you cold. You bite your lip, heart racing, knowing he means every word as you turn around and bend over the desk.
Gerard’s palm comes down on your ass hard, the sound cracking through the room and pulling a surprised squeak from you. Heat blooms from the impact, the sensation lingering long after his hand lifts.
“Count for me,” he grunts, voice rough but measured.
“One…” you stutter, breath unsteady.
Another slap rings through the air, your body jolting forward, a soft gasp slipping out before you can catch it.
The pause that follows feels heavier than the pain itself, charged with his attention and the quiet authority in his voice.
“O-one… two… three…” you trail off, voice trembling.
At fifteen, he turns you around and settles you against him in the chair, heat fading into a dull warmth, cheeks flushed and eyes damp. The room grows quiet, broken only by the occasional shaky sniffle as you steady yourself in his lap.
He wraps his arms around you, grounding and warm. “You did so good for me, baby,” he murmurs softly. “So, so good.”
“Do you know why I did that, sweet kitty?”
You shake your head, embarrassed, eyes dropping to your hands.
“Need to make sure you’re on your best behavior,” he says softly. “Can’t have you causing trouble around the house.”
Gerard presses a kiss to your temple, steady and warm, reaching up to scratch your ears and hold you close until your breathing evens out again.
You whine, voice trembling, “It h-hurts…”
“Show me where,” he murmurs, soft but insistent.
Your fingers clutch his hand tightly, guiding it to where you need him most. Every touch, every movement is heavy with desperation, your body still raw and trembling from earlier. Your playful edge has melted away, just as he intended, leaving only the urgent need for his care, him to hold you close, soothe you, make everything feel better.
Gerard begins moving his hand, rubbing soft circles over the lacy fabric right where you need it most.
You’re panting, eyes hazy as you focus on the sensation, soft waves of pleasure washing over you with every lazy circle of your clit. Gerard’s fingers are heavenly, knowing just the right amount of pressure to apply to have your wetness soaking through the delicate fabric.
“Doin’ so good for me, sweet girl,” he murmurs, continuing the teasing motions as his fingers push the fabric aside just enough so his middle and ring finger can slip inside of you. He builds a steady rhythm, fingers curling a spot that has you shaking as the pleasure coils around you.
“You like this?” Gerard whispers, maintaining a steady pace. “Like the way my fingers stretch you?”
You nod slowly, already blissed out, teeth grazing his skin as you suck bruises up and down his neck, hands tangling in his hair, the softest little whimpers gracing his ears. He can feel every shiver, every tremble, every desperate movement of your body, and he knows how much you want more, but he needs to hear you say it.
“What is it, love?” he murmurs, voice low and husky.
Your lips part, voice trembling, hot and earnest. “N-need more.”
Gerard nods, removing his fingers to position your body over his, fabric still twisted to the side as he sinks you down onto his cock in one fluid motion, hips flush together as you both groan. It’s been a while, but your body welcomes the familiar stretch with an easy grace, shivering as you both take a moment to adjust.
You begin to move, hands wrapping around his back as his strong hands dig into your hips, guiding and holding you close. He fills you so completely, your bodies moving together in a heated rhythm, mewls slipping past your parted lips with every grind down onto him.
“Such a good kitty. So perfect for me. So pretty.”
You shiver under his praise, collar jingling softly with every movement. Your hands dig into his shoulders, pressing closer as you let out a soft, needy whine.
“That’s it, just like that,” Gerard murmurs, voice low and rough. “Doing amazing, pretty girl. All this… all for me.”
You arch your body against him, moving together in sync as his hands grip your hips, pulling you down faster, every touch and motion sending little shocks of electricity through your body. The room fills with your soft grunts and moans, each moment tighter, closer, more consuming than the last.
“Y-you feel so good around me, sweetheart. So warm. So wet.”
You whimper, pressing closer, forehead brushing his as you tug lightly at his hair, craving more of him. He matches you perfectly, hands exploring every inch of your body with care and intention, thumbs tracing over your most sensitive spots, holding you close, making sure every touch lingers.
“ F-fuck… i‘m… i’m close,” you whimper into his neck, tasting the salt, the sweat of his skin.
“That so?” Gerard grunts. “We’ll have to do something about that, won’t we?” he murmurs, hips bucking up to meet yours as his hand snakes down between your bodies, fingers rubbing and teasing your clit in a pattern that has you clenching around him.
He pulls back just enough to look at you: your flushed face, unfocused eyes, breasts bouncing, hands clutching onto him for dear life as you scramble for purchase.
“Let go for me, baby.” he murmurs, voice harsh and commanding, sending shivers straight down your spine.
You scream, cunt contracting around him so tight you can feel every ridge, every vein of him as he fucks you through it. Gerard hoists you both out of the chair with renewed strength, slamming your back down onto the desk to fuck you more throughly. He sets a brutal pace, gripping your hips so tightly bruises begin to form, paper and pens flying off his desk in waves around you.
The room spins with every snap of his body as you lose yourself in the pleasure, filthy, obscene noises slipping from your lips. Gerard is snarling into your hair, leaning down to paint marks across your chest as you wrap your legs around him, locking your ankles around the base of his back to pull him closer.
Gerard responds with a choked cry, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he continues his relentless pounding, fueled by your cries. “Look at you… such a dirty girl,” he grunts, voice abrasive and strained, holding on by a thread.
“Y-your dirty girl, Gerard,” you whimper, nails digging crescent-shaped marks into his shoulders, chest heaving as your sweat mixes with his.
“That’s right,” he coos, teeth grazing your collarbone, hands and hips moving faster, relentless, claiming every inch of you as your breaths collide.
“Mine,” Gerard snarls. “All mine.”
You catch a fault in his rhythm as his hips stutter, several devastating thrusts and he’s spilling deep inside of you. His grunts and groans are music to your ears, filling the room until his body stills on top of you.
You stay pressed against him, breathing heavy, feeling the warmth of him still inside you. His arms wrap around your back, pulling you close as he nuzzles into your neck.
After a few moments of steady, controlled panting, Gerard speaks up.
“You’re amazing,” he murmurs, voice rough but soft. “So beautiful.”
You smile, reaching up to press a soft kiss to his lips. His fingers thread through your hair, soothing and gentle, grounding you both in the afterglow.
“Stay with me,” he whispers, lips brushing your forehead as his hazel eyes catch the light from the window. “Just like this.”
Still buried inside of you, he settles you back onto his lap in the chair, both of you completely spent, the warmth of your combined fluids seeping out onto the chair. Gerard’s hands move gently over your body, grabbing tissues from the box on his desk to clean you up.
You nuzzle into his neck, fingers tracing idle shapes along his shoulders as he works, the occasional twitch of him inside of you sending little shivers through you. The room is quiet, except for the soft hum of his monitors and the faint jingling of your collar as you shift.
Gerard gets back to work, late hours of the afternoon flying by as you stay cuddled into his side, impossibly close.
Every so often, he leans down to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head, silent reassurance that he’s here. That he’s aware of you. That he loves you.
You squeeze a little closer, heart full, feeling completely at home in his arms.
dividers by @/sisterlucifergraphics.
