Your kitty is so, so needy.
Levi has a natural proclivity towards short comments and requests, and so far in-between; he can never quite bring himself to voice just what he’s needing from you. Today, your work needed you to stay, resulting in long hours of overtime.
He was left so lonely.
“Honey, use your words. What do you need?“
Levi shudders hard in your arms, a pathetic quake of a whine leaving his throat. Plush lips, swelled from just how long he’s been at it, leave sloppy kisses up and down your throat.
You smile knowingly—it’s obvious—and bury your hand in his hair, fluffed from showering. With your other, you squeeze the base of his tail. He moans when you stroke it, his body curling further with yours.
He missed you. Against the fat of your thigh, Levi ruts just cock, grinding for a little relief.
“Kitty. Speak.”
Your palms smooth over soft muscles, working circles around his pink nipples. A sheered gasp puffs against your throat, dissolving into a shiver as you work them into pinched, pretty peaks.
Levi’s heavy cock, slippery with precum, twitches, bowing against your pelvis. He whines again, muffled against your throat in desperate attempts to hide how much he’s enjoying it. You’d indulged him by dressing down to your panties and a loose tee, but your patience is running thin.
Tutting, your hand falls on Levi’s shoulder. You give him a shove, and he goes sprawling, flat on his back on top of the neat sheets. Instinctively, his legs spread apart, and warmth licks in your bottom half at the sight of him: pale, soft-looking muscles and thick cock standing to attention between his legs. He looks only mildly debauched, for now.
His lips part to gape at you with abandon, ears flat on his head with betrayal. “Wait. Why’d you stop?”
“Who said I was?”
You climb on top and tug your panties to the side so his expression knits with bliss as you slip his cock between your folds. Silky and soft, already plenty-wet. His hips jump on their own, not even thrusting, but rutting through your heat.
“Fuck–”
You swallow a sigh. “None of that. Be a good boy,” you advise, a tone of smooth silk that leaves Levi knuckling the sheets and pulling them taut. The submissiveness in his gaze makes you throb.
“But,” he begins to protest, silenced as you slide into his lap, leaving his cock neglected. He seals his lips, aware he’s digging himself a hole, and ignores the ache; no matter how sweet it’d feel to rub his thighs together and make it go away.
You hate to punish him like this, which is why you use the softer ropes to bind his wrists. His hands curl into soft fists at the squeeze, contrasting sharply against the bold color of the knots. These, you loop securely right above his head as not to strain his arms.
He’s trapped now, at your mercy, in your care; his chest jumps with his breaths. The entire upper half of his body is left open and exposed for you to do what you like with him. Under your watchful eye, he tests the restraints, fingers floundering for yours once you’ve pulled away.
“Are they too tight?” You plant your palm between his pecs, soothing his heated skin.
“No, Mommy,” he mumbles, soft. The whine distinct in his voice betrays his easy submission—he needs you.
You hum. Making your palm into a C-shape, you slide your hand up just shy of his throat, knocking over his sharp collarbones. Levi cants his head a little as his brows furrow, wondering, hoping, if you’ll wrap your hand around his throat, your other will stroke his cock.
“Levi,” you hum, bringing him back from his head. His eyes open into slits, then widen as your hands slip away.
You force his thighs further apart instead, exposing his leaky cock and balls. Your finger slips up the heavy underside, following a bulging vein. “Look at you. So pretty, sweetie. You could get it sucked if only you’d be good for me—why don’t you beg?”
He tugs fruitlessly at the ropes, squirming. Only a touch of heat singes his cock; craving more.
“I’ll be good,” he insists, and you make a loose fist. You give him a few full, loose pumps, encouraging him to go on, “I’ll be good, I’m a good boy. I want to knot you—p-pl–”
Your brow arches as his voice dies away. That’s a start. “Oh? How do I know you mean it?”
Levi hisses when your touch leaves his cock. It twitches before your eyes as you soak your fingers in lube, and he remembers himself.
“I do,” he growls. "I mean it.”
“Prove it. Tell me how good it feels,” you hum, caressing Levi’s thigh and gently prodding his cheeks apart to worry your slippery finger into his hole. Your antics the day before has left him loose enough to start with two.
His head flops back at the intrusion, a soundless cry leaving when your fingertips trace his hole. You hum at the tightness, and press a kiss to the shallow of his hipbone. His walls squeeze around your fingers like a hug, but he relaxes.
He mutters, “s’good. C-Curl–” your fingers curl deep inside him, “yeah, fuck.”
With a third moving in deep, even thrusts, he starts to tremble. You’re only teasing him, carefully stroking around that sensitive bundle inside. He’s practically vibrating, but doesn’t move; he takes it like a good boy. When you praise him, he moans softly into the cleft of his bicep where his face is hidden.
The push and pull of your fingers fucks him slowly, like you’re enticing the sounds out of him by inches. He needs to be fucked faster; wants you to rip his orgasm right out of him. His cock bobs gently against his pelvis, a mess pooling below his navel.
Your long caresses take you from the thick muscle of his thigh to the length of his tail, and watch with reverence as Levi’s features contort with pleasure. His back arches into a sloppy arc, followed by the loudest moan you’ve heard from him tonight, coming from deep in his chest. Dark fur bristles and automatically winds itself around your arm—Levi wants you anywhere he can reach you.
“That’s it,” you praise, and fuck him faster, “let me hear you. That’s a good boy.”
Small moans, one after the other, rise high in his throat. Pleased, you bury your fingers deep inside him, sure to slip over that bump, curling and swirling your fingers all around it. You cup his rose-red cockhead, and his head falls back with a shout, like it was wrenched from his throat.
“‘m close–!”
You watch him squirm as you sweep over the special spot buried in his ass, and glide your free fingers across Levi’s swollen cockhead, where it’s ridged. More creamy cum wells up, and cascades down his girth when you dip your finger in the slit.
“I can see that, honey.”
Still, he has no permission to cum, or knot you for that matter. It’s a shame to watch his expression drop as you wriggle your fingers out, his fists squeezing white around the ropes.
Levi’s lips worry together as he watches you, clenching around the new emptiness you left behind, and licks his lips. He can smell you, a little, sweet and heady from how wet you are.
You exchange your fingers in Levi’s ass for a girthy dildo. With a small, purposeful smile—knowing where his eyes are—you glide your hand down the side; it’s realistic, with ridges and fake veins that he’ll undoubtedly feel when you fuck him with it.
He glimpses the fat cockhead and sucks a gasp through his teeth. For more room he lifts his back and bends his knees, stretching his thighs apart in further attempts to please you.
“Kiss,” he mutters, impatiently watching your fingers, shiny with lube, take your time getting it ready. “Gimme kiss.”
“A kiss?” You arch one brow, pride with him singing in your chest, and kiss the shallow of his open thighs. “Is that what you want?”
He glares at first, then puffs his lips. His shoulderblades strain to lift himself up. The sight is adorable, so you indulge him by climbing up his body, braced with one hand, and kiss his lips.
That’s better. Your hand mussing his ears doesn’t hurt either, and by the time you slot yourself between his thighs again, he rolls his hips in anticipation.
“So eager,” you purr, and press the cockhead into his winking hole.
With the new intrusion his chest lifts, his blush growing deep red and stretching to the tips of his ears.
The fat cock fills him up with hardly any resistance. He moans like the sounds are being gently pulled from him with a fishing line, one of these fading into a whimper once the balls of the fake cock meet his ass. He clenches around it, feeling it spread him apart, and reels when you shallowly begin to thrust, testing his reaction.
He can’t even think to close his mouth, so there’s a small trail of drool dribbling from the corner of his mouth. His eyes are pinched shut.
Little does he know—you doubt Levi has even half the mind to think—this isn’t a reward.
You’re proven right as you pluck something else from the nightstand. Where Levi was just pivoting his hips, urging for you to move the faux-cock stuffed inside him, he cuts himself off with a stifled cry at the sweet heat of your hand playing at his cock, gingerly stroking up and down.
“Fuck,” he hisses, to the lewd, wet smacks of himself getting fucked, then your hand cupping his cockhead. His hips rut up all on their own, eyes pleading with permission. There’s a fire to your eyes when you pretend to think about it, then finally nod.
Sweltering heat sweeps through his cock when he’s finally allowed to thrust into your shallow grip. He’s burning up too much to remember it’s humiliating, not while you’re earnestly fucking him, too. It’s too much, your hand on his cock, and at the same time sinking back onto the toy with each jerking thrusts. He feels pleasure winding him up everywhere, all over.
You allow Levi to fuck your shallow grip for a moment, then take it all away with the feeling of a ring sliding down his fat girth. His eyes fly open with surprise; already it’s too tight, squeezing the base of his dick.
“Wait!” he whines, suddenly going very still in his restraints. “Mommy, please, I can’t, need t’–”
“I know, Lev’.” Your hand briefly roams over his trembling tummy. “Mommy will take care of you, jus’ let me hear your pretty noises,” you murmur, soothing. Levi’s fists clench a little above his head, but he doesn’t complain.
It’s difficult to smother your shiver at the sound of Levi purring—or trying to, to soothe himself—deep in his throat. You’re sure not to take your touch away for a moment as you move up his body, taking a second, smaller vibrator with you. A whimper sounds over the little rumbles.
Underneath your palm, his muscles pull firm and taut, skin warm like an oven.
“Look at how pretty you are, kitty,” you sigh, and glide your fingertip around the deep red swell of his nipple. “What am I gonna do with you?”
He shudders, eyes glossy and half-lidded, but stubbornly focuses on you. Your nipples peak through the sheer fabric of your top, and he itches to soak them with his tongue. Not only can he smell you either, but feels your sweetness, wet and soaked through your ruined panties; if only he could lick up the mess, but the plead dies on his tongue. He knows he’s being punished. "Th–Thank you.”
“That’s my good boy.”
It’s when you bow your head and take his hard nipple in your mouth does he gasp, which morphs into a cry as the vibrations of the dildo begin.
You keep one eye on your phone screen, steadily building the strength of the vibrations he feels buried inside as your tongue glides around his nipple, nibbling, then sucking it into your mouth. He squirms aimlessly, confused by how sweetly the pain bites.
You swallow the groan building in your throat, and roll your hips into the tense muscles of his belly. It relieves a little of the ache, but not nearly enough. All you’ve done so far is watch, not that you mind. Levi is gorgeous like this.
You let the vibrations waver about midway, enough for his searing climax to build, enough for him to feel the pulsing pressure in his balls—but giving him no relief whatsoever.
You switch on the toy in your hand.
“Fuck,” you sigh, rolling your hips into the fat head of the humming vibrator. You let it buzz over your clit, and throw your head back, moaning sweetly.
It’s good. More than that, there’s a sick twist of satisfaction to the tearful way he watches you pleasure yourself without him; he’s the one who’s supposed to please you, make you feel good.
He fights the restraints harder. With each harsh tug, the rope knotted around his wrists pull, but don’t give. While his hands are barred from you, you’re being pushed further towards your end.
His mouth drops open, gasping in the stench of your sweetness. “Please,” he begs, “Let me—’m sorry, mommy, let me touch you, please–”
More of your cum slips between your folds, he can feel it smearing his belly. Your free hand roams all over his packed chest, shuddering with the way his muscles lock up and shudder.
“Are you my good boy, baby?”
“Yes, I’ll be good, so good.“
That’s what you want to hear. You ease your straddle over his body, trapping his swelled cockhead beneath the vibrations while you roll your hips in tandem.
His reaction is immediate. An earnest cry rings in his throat, his back arching between both sides of the buzzing. Small moans that sound like they’re at the top of his throat, caught and high, echo in your buzzing mind.
“Yeah?”
Levi’s brows pinch together, his release so close, but—nothing. He remembers the ring choking his cock, and chokes on a sob. He ruts his hips, tossing his head back and forth, forces the vibrations deeper—but he’s stuck.
God, you’re close, watching his expression scrunch, searching for a release. Beneath you, warm, firm muscles ripple and tense.
You sigh and brush the vibrations through your folds, allowing a little leeway for you to glide your soft palm across his heaving pecs. His nipples are so used and red; bruised purple from your mouth.
He looks so good. Your tongue glides from the swell of his chest to the shallow his underarm, kissing and lapping along the way. Levi’s salty, clean musk sweeps across your tongue, and you hum. With his arms pinned back over his head, he can do nothing but shudder, heat from your tongue licking the fire below his waist.
“Levi, honey,” you sigh, between your kisses, "I’m so close,” but you give him nothing else as more of your slick spills over his cockhead, pooling at the dip in his waist.
Maybe it’s the sadist in you that ignores his complaints as the vibrations thrumming inside him wind down. His voice comes airy and slurred: “Turn it on again, please. Won’ be bad anymore—I’m so…”
You’re knocked right over the edge. It’s with a smothered, shuddering moan that you brace yourself over his chest and tremble, clenching around absolutely nothing.
Beneath you, he watches you slack-jawed, sweat sticky in his bangs. It’s all he can do. His neglected cock thrums painfully, neglected; the ring is too tight to allow even a few beads of his cum to spill.
He surrenders with a pathetic whine. His ears flatten into his messed hair, and his hands curl into tight fists above his head, turning them white. Helpless tears crowd at his lashes, and he thinks he might just fall right off the face of the earth if he can’t get his hands on you—please, now?
He pleads and spreads his thighs wider, forced purrs growing in his throat when he thinks you may leave him like this. Your heart softens at the sight.
With your vibrator set aside, back in-between his legs, you tell him how good he was for you with a reassuring hand stroking a long line up and down his trembling thigh. “Look at you, my poor, sweet baby.”
“Please. Lemme come.”
His tail reflexively curls, nudging your waist with your promise that, Mommy will take care of you.
You start up the vibrations plugged inside him again, flattening your tongue and licking a long line up the center of his armpit.
Levi’s chest heaves. His cheeks heat, mortified, hips eagerly bowing against the mattress for the rubber cock. His own, thick and swelled a fine red, twitches against his pelvis with every swift thrust inside. He feels so full.
When you glide over that special bundle inside him, his back arches uselessly, muscles harshly flexing. A small, pulsing excuse for a climax ripples through him, not enough. A small mess the ring couldn’t catch dribbles down and pools there, oozing below the sharp V of his waist.
“Fuck,” you hiss, and feel your cunt flutter around nothing. He looks so pretty like this, jaw unhinged, letting loose cut moans. “Poor slut. Really gonna cum like this?”
The ropes pull again. Levi’s voice is all but reduced to a hoarse croak, breaths straining and desperate. You give his thick balls a squeeze. “C-Can’t–”
“You’re my boy. Of course you can.”
You work the cock’s ridges past his used hole in deep, firm strokes, angling it to glide back and forth over that spot. His cock visibly strains, heavy and flush, but goes untouched.
Tears spill down Levi’s cheeks as the pressure reaches its white-hot peak, this one catching even himself by surprise. It washes over him in pathetic waves, wrenching an agonized moan from deep in his chest. You massage and squeeze his balls through the tremors; just a few drops of cum well over his slit.
“So pent up,” you hum, flicking the messy slit, heavily coating his girth. He jerks, mewling under a tumultuous sea of aimless pleasure. Just beneath where the ring chokes his swelled cock, a knot has swelled.
“Le’ me fuck you,” he gulps, his eyes glazed and almost wild. His lips are visibly chapped, and his tongue sweeps over them, leaving them almost shiny. “Need t’, ah–”
Calmly, you smooth your palm over the heat and cum that’s collected between your thighs, and free Levi’s cock of the tight ring. Immediately it twitches, on the brink, but you worm the dildo out of his ass, once again forcing his real climax to ripple away. His chest shudders with shameless sobs.
You mount his hips. You can’t imagine how close he is, driven right to the edge and reduced to whimpers after two half-hearted orgasms. To reassure him, you smooth his bangs out of his face and cradle his hip.
“You need it? Take it.”
Burying Levi’s slippery cockhead between your lips, you lean over and lap a few tears off his face, making him gasp. His moan is soundless, choked by a cry as your silky walls finally suck in his cock. With a lurch, you feel him already throbbing. He arches where you hover over him, leaving no space between your bodies, and practically humps your cunt, brow screwed up and mouth gaping.
“Fuck, Levi–”
You gasp, hitched and breathless as Levi’s fat knot finally pushes past your rigid entrance and into your heat, stretching you wider with a sweet sting. There’s no way you could mistake his release. His entire body goes stiff like a board, brow lifting and jaw dropping with a debauched, long moan. All of his muscles draw up tight, fluffed ears pressed down against his hair.
He’s still trying to fuck you, his heavy balls smacking against your cunt with every plunge. All you can do while he floods your cunt with his cum is claw at his chest and take him.
The hot, swimming waves of his climax seem to lasts forever. A dark blush paints Levi’s cheeks, with his entire upper half picking up a tremor, the overwhelming strength of his release. He can hardly push any deeper despite how your walls shudder around his buried cock. He babbles, telling you how you feel so good, so tight, “–gonna cum again, can I–?”
“Yes. Good boy.” Heat twists your lower half. He’s already filled you up, but his pace is eager, quickly inviting you towards your own end with each pull.
He’s overwhelmed by the compulsion to shoot more of his load, until not even his knot can hold it all. “Mommy, fuck–” Levi’s wrists are bloomed bright red with how he struggles, “–thank you, th-thank you, s’ hot—”
You gasp, swallowing back moans as you begin to gush around him. It can’t even spill past his knot, he plugs you up so tight. Rendered dumb, moans and whines spill past his lips, aimless, high, satisfied. More thick cum spills inside you, and he’s left outright shaking like a leaf through the aftershocks.
By the time he’s finally weary and still, having shot three loads inside you, his head is buzzing. It’s a challenge just to keep his eyes open anymore, not to drift to sleep. Your cunt is full, his knot plugging most of his loads inside.
Weary, you kiss his face and praise him, even if he’s half-asleep. Above, you unwind the restraints, mindful of his heavy arms, which you lay beside his body; where red, angry marks form a ring around his wrists, you press small kisses.
“Oh, Levi. Did so good,” you murmur, smoothing your palms over his chest and tummy. His skin is warm like an oven, damp with sweat where you caress him. You know he feels it, because his eyes flutter and his ears sluggishly twitch to attention wherever your touch goes.
“That’s my good boy,” you breathe. “Good fucking boy.”