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It feels odd to be out with Andie. You’ve gotten so used to your little companion that it feels weird to not have to be on the lookout for her at all times. When you had asked her if she wanted to come run errands with you or stay at home with her daddy, she had replied so sweetly that she wanted to stay home. Understandably so, she’d gotten used to the idea of Noah being at home rather quickly.

You’re half-way through your errands, when Noah texts you asking you to bring more chocolate chips from the store.

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There was something so fucking intoxicating about the way Noah would spew his denials like he believed them, even as he relented and relented and relented. A single half-step backwards devolved into Noah yanking Will with him into a free-fall triggered by desperate, filthy need — and the whole time, he’d swear he didn’t want it. At least until he had Will beneath him, or Will’s fingers all but down his throat, or they were actively fucking; then, Noah’s protests would die away, and Will would get a glimpse of him, not that mask he wore to protect his projection of normalcy.

Nothing about Noah Sebastian was normal.

Will was entranced. He pestered Noah constantly, and many of the gestures went unacknowledged, but there were times when he managed to do something just right and got what he wanted. Like tonight, when Noah showed up for Lorna Shore’s show like it was no big deal at all. Despite Will having (mostly) kept his big mouth shut for once, his bandmates kept giving him looks, but Will just grinned back each and every time.

“You know this is going to be everywhere by tomorrow morning,” Noah muttered, audibly unhappy, and his neutral expression was definitely twisting at the edges toward something bitchy.

That earned a loud laugh from Will, something untailored and unrestrained. No one in the crew threw a glance his way for the sound, used to his emotions always being expressed in such big and unapologetic ways, but Noah still glanced around as they walked as if he expected staring. “Yeah, well, you’re not supposed to be on social media anyways, are you?” Will teased. “Besides, what are they gonna say? Bad Omens singer Noah Sebastian was backstage for a Lorna Shore show? They’re not gonna know anything.” To Will, there was nothing to worry about. Not that much every really rattled him to begin with.

Noah made a face but didn’t retort, simply followed Will into the green room and leaned back against the wall beside the door like he was prepared to bolt. He kept his hands in his pockets, body language the epitome of at ease to the point he almost appeared disinterested — but the way those near-black eyes followed Will as he bounced around the room told a different story. 

Will’s bandmates were somewhere else, likely because they knew something like this would happen, which meant there was plenty of privacy when he sauntered back toward Noah, smirking and sizing him up. “You look like a fuckboy,” he announced, finally able to place the specific kind of impression that Noah’s clothes gave him.

“What?” Noah blinked, glanced down at himself. A hoodie, sweats that seemed about two inches too short, and then the greatest offense of them all: gray socks under slides. “They’re just clothes.” He sounded faintly puzzled, and the brief glimpse of surprise Will got seemed so much softer when compared to the furrow to Noah’s brow that reappeared moments later.

The waistband of Noah’s sweats were loose enough for Will to hook his fingers under, though he resisted the urge to just pull them down completely. There might have been the time for a pre-show blowjob, but he wasn’t going to risk fucking his voice up and pissing off his bandmates. As the digits wiggled under the fabric, Will opened his mouth to retort something stupid and mindless, but the words died on his lips, already forgotten at a texture against the tips of his fingers that he wasn’t expecting.

It took Noah a moment to realize why Will had fallen silent. His expression shuttered even further, long fingers wrapping around both of Will’s wrists but not yanking his hands away yet. “Not a fucking word, Ramos,” he started, though Will’s name was drowned out by, well, words from Will.

“Are you wearing lace? Are they panties? Is Noah Sebastian wearing lace panties?” And, oh, for all the restraint and composure Noah demonstrated in daily life, he was certainly flushing now. Will bared his teeth in a ravenous grin, leaned in and up. “What color are they?” he asked, watching the way Noah licked his lips.

Noah’s mouth twisted into a scowl. “Fuck off.” His grip tightened on Will’s wrists, but he didn’t pull Will away fast enough to avoid Will snagging one of the strappy parts of the panties between two fingers and yanking it up just enough to glance down and catch a glimpse of a violent crimson. 

And then Will’s hands were suddenly in the air next to his head, Noah’s grip tight enough to threaten the beautiful blue and purple of bruises if he squeezed just a little harder, as Will himself barked a laugh. “Did you wear some slutty little panties to a concert just in case the lead singer would fuck you afterwards?”

Oh, and how that pissed Noah off. He was definitely leaving bruises now, even if they were shallow enough to fade quickly; Will hissed through his teeth, grin not wavering, as Noah leaned in so close they were almost kissing. “Shut your fucking mouth, Will,” he hissed, all scalding anger in dark eyes.

Will snapped his teeth and waggled his eyebrows. “Maybe I will fuck you, Noah. Even if I gotta hold you down to do it.” Oh, and the flicker in Noah’s gaze at that. He almost chased that interest, pressed the point until he earned a squirm or a shudder, but was interrupted by a knock on the green room door.

“Go on in ten,” Austin called in. “Clothes on and dicks up, boys.” And then there was silence, presumably because he’d walked away, leaving Noah glaring at the door and Will snickering.

The show passed by in a blur. Despite his usual tendency to live fully in his moments on-stage, all Will could think about was Noah and those panties. He kept seeing flashes of red in his mind, and his brain very helpfully supplied all of the different designs that Noah could be wearing. Most of them were a sheer kind of lace, allowed for a nice view of Noah’s cock, and he could only imagine how it’d strain the fabric once he was hard.

Noah didn’t appear to be faring much better. He wasn’t stage-side when Will finished up the set, but it was easy enough to find him — lurking in a deserted corner in a manner way more dramatic than Noah seemed to realize. Will didn’t bother to glance around before crowding him, but Noah’s eyes flicked about to assess the risk of standing so close, even if Will didn’t touch him. Not yet, at least; he just lingered close, noses nearly brushing for how Noah slouched and the way Will stretched up. Will wasn’t short by any means, but Noah always made him feel that way. 

That fact made it all the more satisfying to get Noah on his knees, though it had only happened once so far.

Will slipped a hotel keycard into Noah’s pocket. “I already texted you the hotel and room number before the show. You didn’t reply but I figured you got it.” When Noah gave a curt, stiff nod, Will grinned. “You’re gonna hurt my feelings one day, ignoring me all the time.” He snapped his teeth and smirked, pulling away and bouncing off to go find his bandmates without a single parting word thrown Noah’s way.

Unsurprisingly, Noah made it to the hotel room first. Much more surprising was the fact that Will got a photo — he opened it while chatting with Adam, and he damn near dropped his phone at the sight. “I, uh, gotta go,” he announced abruptly, ignoring the eyeroll and comment offered by his bandmate. “Sorry you can’t get laid, loser, but I gotta go get some ass.” A fully inadvisable statement to make, given Will and Noah weren’t close to public or, hell, even official, but the words slipped free regardless.

As Will drove, he found himself imagining the panties Noah had sent a generous glimpse of: thumb hooked in one sweatpant pocket, tugging them down enough to give a good view of the fabric that decorated his hip. It wasn’t anything explicit, but the visual of that intricate lace design had Will fantasizing about the feeling of it against his tongue.

By the time Will stepped into the hotel room, the lights were on and Noah was on the bed. He was shirtless, tattooed skin on display, and leaning back against the headboard. His sweatpants were riding low on his hips but still on, and he was palming a blatant bulge in the front as he peered at his phone. 

“What’re you looking at?” Will chimed, kicking his shoes off with enough force to send one flying a bit further than intended. He started to wiggle out of his clothes, too worked up for much fanfare, and kept glancing at where Noah’s hand was working idly.

Noah didn’t bother looking away from his phone screen. “That video you sent me the other day. You shouldn’t have your face on screen, by the way,” he added, and then his eyes finally flicked to Will — dark, deep brown staring at him like Noah wanted to peel back his skin and climb into his ribs.

Will laughed. “Dude, people would recognize my tattoos anyways. Besides, I figured you’d like watching my eyes roll back.” Once he was in nothing but his briefs — which felt kind of boring now — he made his way over to the bed, standing at the foot of it and grinning something feral. “You didn’t tell me you liked the video. I would’ve sent you more if you had,” he commented.

That earned a soft snort from Noah. “You sent it in the middle of the afternoon. I wasn’t going to reward that shit.” He raised his eyebrows when Will grabbed at the ankle cuffs of his sweatpants, attempted to tug on them. “Are you trying—“ He sounded more exasperated than annoyed, tossing his phone aside and shoving his pants down to his knees. He lifted each foot in turn so Will could remove them completely, for once not offering a comment.

The sight was even better than Will had expected. The sides were strappy, suggesting a thonged back, and the front of it had a cut-out in the shape of a downward triangle that gave him a hint of neatly trimmed hair. Noah’s cock, half-hard, clearly didn’t fit, and it made Will wonder how he’d managed to keep it contained earlier. It curved upward beneath the fabric, held down and adorned in red lace except for the tip, peeking out of the fabric and swollen.

“Jesus, Noah,” Will breathed. “You really are a slut, huh? I bet you got hard putting them on.” He lingered a moment and then hurried back to his pants — it took a moment to find them — to grab his pocket knife; it was tossed haphazardly on the bedside table, and then Will was clambering on the bed until he was face to face with Noah’s groin. 

Noah’s hips twitched as Will got close enough for his breath to fan against scantily-clad skin. “I didn’t wear them for you,” he retorted, as if the very thought was ridiculous. He glanced toward the knife, bared his teeth in a gesture that was equal parts discomfort and something Will would have called interest. His eyes found Will again very quickly when Will’s tongue pressed flat to his cock, dragged slowly up the underside of it.

Will groaned louder than Noah did — the feeling of lace, delicate and textured, against his tongue; the warmth of Noah’s cock; the way he could feel it twitch. All of it had him hardening, hands shoving Noah’s thighs apart to rake his nails down his inner thighs with no warning. The harsh sting and bright red lines earned him a swear and a snapping up of Noah’s hips, and Will just grinned up at him. “You should let me really hurt you sometime,” he mused, tongue flicking over the exposed head of Noah’s dick.

“I’m not—“ A growl, a rocking of hips that Noah clearly tried so hard to stifle, one hand moving to fist Will’s curls as the other dropped his phone to the side and grasped at the sheets. Noah yanked hard enough to move Will’s head, grinding his barely-clad erection against Will’s cheek and temple. He set a rhythm quickly, tug-tugging erratically as he watched with a dark, rapt attention.

Nails dug in to the sensitive inside of Noah’s thighs again, clawed down harsh enough to earn a keen, a clenching jaw. “Not what? Not into me hurting you? I can feel that you like it. You’re humping my fucking face, how could I miss it?” He turned his head as best he could with Noah’s tight grasp, tongue once more finding its target. He laved over the lace sloppy and desperate, making a mess because it was fun.

When it became clear that Noah was losing himself to the sensation but still clutching on to something, Will pulled back; it took effort, and he needed considerable force to remove his mouth from where Noah had it shoved against his groin. “Let me go, Noah,” he laughed, tugging on Noah’s wrist. When Noah didn’t, he laughed louder. “Hey, freak, I’m gonna make you cum really fucking hard if you’ll just stop trying to rip my hair out.”

Noah clearly resented that word, bristled as freak left Will’s lips, but he did let go of Will’s curls. He seemed to draw all his limbs in a bit as he watched Will, attention sharp and focused and hot; he didn’t say a word as Will grabbed his pocket knife, flicked it open, twisted it a bit to admire the glint of light on the metal. “What are you doing?” he finally rasped, fingers pressing to his own lower stomach and twitching — probably with the urge to touch his leaking cock, the spit-soaked lace straining over it.

“You didn’t spend too much on these, did you?” Will asked, even though they certainly seemed expensive. He sat on Noah’s legs this time, pinning them down with his weight across Noah’s lower thighs, and held up the knife for Noah to see. “Isn’t it pretty?” His words came out as little more than a purr. “Just imagine how pretty it feels, too,” he added, breathless now.

Whatever protest Noah had forming on his lips — pointless, a waste of time, more of those denials that did nothing but amuse Will — died there, half-shaped, as Will lowered the blade to hover it over Noah’s hip. The very tip of the blade, sharp side down, just barely ghosted over the curve of that soft bit of flesh there, traced the shape of it. There was nowhere near enough pressure to draw blood, but the sensation sent gooseflesh blooming across Noah’s skin.

Will laughed loudly, uninhibited, and turned the knife to press the flat of it firmly against Noah’s skin. “I fucking love the way it looks against your skin.” He stared down at the sight for a long moment, a feral grin on his lips, and then flicked his gaze up to Noah to find the other singer’s head lifted to stare as well. “You want me to cut you?” he asked, eagerness leaking into his voice. The nails of his free hand clawed at Noah’s stomach just to feel it clench beneath the sharp sting.

Noah’s jaw flexed with the effort of keeping a sharp little retort inside — or, maybe, he was fighting back a request, a plea, encouragement. “Fuck off, Will. I’m not asking you to do that shit.” His eyelashes fluttered when Will twisted the blade back around, sharp end dancing its way to the top strap of his panties. He jerked up into the briefest increase in pressure, caused Will’s knife to nick his skin despite a lack of intention by Will.

The filthy little whine Noah let out at the sight of his own blood made Will’s dick throb. “You sure about that, Noah? You sure me making you bleed wouldn’t have you leaking for me?” He resisted the urge to press the knife deeper, dig it far enough into skin to make crimson swell and spill; instead, he snagged it beneath that first strap, gave just enough pressure to slice through it.

“You’re buying me another pair,” Noah muttered, head flopping back onto the pillow beneath him. His eyes scrunched shut as Will trailed the knife tip over the lace of his panties, face flushed and lips parting as Will followed a swirl, outlined one of the flower shapes in the pattern. 

The effort resulted in Will’s weapon mere centimeters from Noah’s cock, and Will paused, waiting for a protest, a demand that Will move it. Instead, Will watched as Noah’s body undulated a bit, like it wasn’t sure how to express Noah’s need. Spurred on by the movement, he dragged the flat of the steel down the underside of Noah’s cock, snickered at the choked-off noise Noah made in response.

Will couldn’t stop himself from talking as he teased in a manner most sane people would interpret as a threat. “You act like I’m some weird psycho freak, Noah, but what does this make you? I’ve got a knife to your cock and you sound like you’re gonna bust a nut.” He glanced up just in time to catch Noah’s eyes opening, a glare shot his way with cheeks dark enough to undermine the severity of the look.

“Just fucking— do something,” Noah hissed through clenched teeth. He growled low in his throat as Will sliced through the panties a few inches from Noah’s cock, the fabric splitting in such a satisfying manner beneath that sharp edge. The other side was cut as well, and Will lost himself for a moment in reducing it to scanty little slivers of lace.

Once Will had full access to Noah, he ghosted the blade along Noah’s inner thigh, delighted at how both of Noah’s legs spread to give Will better access. Fingers found his hair again, clutching tightly enough to sting, and Will dropped the knife somewhere close, blade flicked shut, as he slapped at Noah’s thigh, making sure his palm made contact with the scratch marks from before. “Roll over. On your knees.”

Noah looked thoroughly annoyed by the orders. “I’m not—“ he started, chest puffing up a bit.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Noah? Do you want the lead singer to fuck you like the slut you are?” Will challenged, head cocking as best it could with Noah’s vicelike hold on his curls. He flashed his teeth in a manner full of barbed delight as Noah released Will’s hair, muttering insults as he turned over to get on all fours.

Despite his irritability and resistance, Noah surprised Will by dropping onto his elbows and arching his back a little to present himself, dick hanging heavy and hard and very distractingly. “You better hurry up,” he snapped over his shoulder.

Will didn’t need further encouragement, mouth finding Noah’s hole. His tongue made quick work of soaking him, spit dripping down Noah’s crack and Will’s chin as he tongue-fucked Noah open. He slurped on his own fingers, fully convinced Noah would try to bite the digits off if Will offered them to suck, and then pressed two of them in.

It was clearly a bit too much at once for the way Noah momentarily tensed and hissed. But then he was relaxing, seemingly with some effort, and it was enough for Will to finger him open. It clearly wasn’t quite enough, and Will leaned down to lap at the rim stretching out around the digits, slicking him as best he could. There wasn’t enough patience to be found to search for lube, so it would have to do.

Noah groaned and pressed back a bit, repeated little movements in search of something more. “Can you just fuck me?” He sounded breathless, impatient, a little strained.

“I need to find a condom first,” Will announced, managing to sound like he’d only just remembered but grinning like a cheshire where Noah couldn’t see. He kept fingering Noah, though, crooked his fingers and brushed over a spot that made Noah jerk a little. The movements stilled abruptly as Will added, “You’re gonna have to wait.”

A single moment of silence. As Will started to pull his fingers out, Noah followed him with his hips. “Just fuck me,” he demanded again, a bit more force audible in his words now. “Don’t get smug about it, jackass. You just take forever to find shit.” He glanced back at Will over his shoulder, licked his lips. “Will.” Just that, just Will’s name, but the heat to it convinced Will to abandon common sense. Not that it was ever fully present in him.

Will spit on his hand, slicked himself as best he could with such a lack of patience present; he grabbed Noah’s hip with one hand, fingers curling to press nails to flesh as his other hand guided his cock to Noah’s hole. He teased the entrance for a brief second — just long enough for Noah to start to bristle — and then slowly, slowly pressed inside. With how tight Noah was around him, Will was fairly certain he hadn’t stretched Noah enough, but all the man did was groan something demonic and filthy and drop his head.

The rhythm Will set was sloppy but deep, moving slowly to savor the feeling of Noah’s walls squeezing down around him with each thrust of his hips. He kept one hand guiding Noah back to meet his movements, the other moving to claw down Noah’s back — right down the big, colorful tattoo adorning the slightly sweat-slick skin there.

Noah hissed and arched his back away from the sting. “F-Fuck off,” he panted, even as he writhed a little bit.

“Just admit it,” Will started, thrusts slowing to small little rocks of his hips as he leaned over to the side, free hand reaching, “you get off on this. Not just hating me but still letting me fuck you, but the pain. And I bet it’s nowhere near enough, either. You’re probably desperate for more. Do you jerk off thinking about it?”

The blade glinted something enticing in the light as he flicked it open. His thrusts sped up a bit, grew firmer; Noah seemed to need a moment to adjust before he could retort, though his tone was acidic when he did. “You want me to say that? That I fuck my fist thinking about making you all bloody?” The slight waver to his voice undermined how scathing his tone was, though, and it earned a snort from Will.

Will trailed the very tip of his blade down along the curve of Noah’s spine. He watched Noah go completely still beneath the faint sensation but didn’t stop his own movements. “Yeah, I do. And you probably cum to the thought of me making you cry.” He licked his lips, stared down at the bare patch of skin on his lower back that his eyes had snagged on.

As the flat of the blade pressed firmly against the undecorated flesh, Noah’s hips jerked. “Are you going to use that?” he asked, breathless. Will couldn’t tell if it was a genuine question or a taunt — either way, the result was the same: a twist of the blade, the sharp edge against pale skin. The noise Noah made then was more whine than anything, and Will swore he could see his body tremble.

“Yeah, I am. I’m trying to figure out what I’m leaving,” Will mused aloud. “Just a line feels boring. But a W feels cliche.” He laughed abruptly — and loudly — at a sudden thought that he didn’t hesitate to indulge.

Noah’s response twisted into a deep-pitched moan as Will added just enough pressure behind the blade to part skin, to make blood swell. The thrusts stilled so Will could focus, but Will was thrilled that Noah seemed to subconsciously rock himself back and forth on Will’s cock as crimson spilled and spread. A shift to his weight made Will pause, glancing to find Noah had a hand on his own dick now, and then he was lifting the blade, moving it to start the second curved line.

Once Will was pleased with the result, he leaned forward to wipe the blade clean on Noah’s cheek, dragging one flat side and then the other along his skin. “You look beautiful like this,” he remarked, flicking the knife shut and dropping it aside. One mark would be enough for now, would satisfy him. Especially when he straightened and realized he’d smeared blood along his own stomach.

“W-What did—“ Noah’s hips stuttered as Will started moving again, fucking him hard and harsh without warning. “What—“ He growled the same way he would on stage, back growing taut.

Will’s thumb pressed at the little heart he’d cut into Noah’s skin, earning a hiss and another blooming of bright, striking red. “What, Noah? Cat got your tongue?” he purred, feeling Noah clench down around him. “God, you’re gonna cum from this, huh? Gonna blow your load because I cut you up?” A slap of his palm to the cut, earning a sharp, wordless exclamation. “Freak.”

And that was all it took. Noah snarled and came, jerking himself through it and clenching down so tightly around Will that Will’s eyes rolled back in his head for a moment. When he could see straight again, Noah was starting to twitch under Will’s unrelenting thrusts — and while Will would have loved to torture Noah, fuck him into an overstimulated mess, he was moments away from his own tipping point.

So he smeared blood across Noah’s lower back as best he could, pulled out, and jerked himself hard and fast. He grunted and came over tattooed skin, stroking himself until he whined low in his throat. And then he collapsed directly on top of Noah, panting and sweaty — after spreading his cum around with the flat of his palm.

Not that Noah wasn’t tacky with perspiration too. He muttered something obscene in Will’s direction, a vague threat Will didn’t believe, but Will just bit his shoulder and then smirked against the shell of his ear. “You wanna know what I left?” he asked, voice pitched husky.

Noah’s breath caught, wiggling ceasing for a moment. He didn’t answer verbally, just turned his head to glance back at Will. A moment of eye contact, a clenched jaw; Noah nodded once, stiff and short, but that was all Will needed.

“I left a heart,” Will informed Noah with a crooked grin. “It’s cute.” A pinch to the cut skin and then Will was scrambling up and away, snagging the knife as he went. “You should clean that, by the way.” He flopped down on the other bed, limbs sprawled, and leered at Noah as the taller man sat up.

There was an odd blend of emotions briefly present on Noah’s face — and then his expression went blank. “Why the fuck did you leave a heart?” he asked, though there was a weariness to his words that suggested he didn’t actually expect an answer. His breath was still heavy and shaky, and he sat on the bed for a moment clearly regaining his composure.

Rather than head to the bathroom to clean himself up, though, Noah moved for his clothes. He pulled them on, seemingly uncaring that he was still bleeding or even that he had cum on his back, and shot Will a sharp look for the full-bodied laugh the question earned him. “Why not? Isn’t it romantic?” Not that anything about them was traditionally romantic — though Will would argue that slicing someone up was about as actually romantic as someone could get.

Noah flipped Will the bird as he searched for his phone, not even sparing him a glance. “You’re as romantic as roadkill,” he muttered, shoving his feet in his shoes. “I shouldn’t have fucking come.” That was clearly said to himself, an attempt at logic and reasoning that was far too late to change things. He flicked the hotel keycard Will had loaned him at Will’s head, and then he was out the door.

It would have meant something if not for the way he’d glanced back over his shoulder, dark eyes locking and lingering for far too long before he left.

Jolly loves seeing you all dressed up for him, adorned in the prettiest little outfits. He loves anything that’s pink or lacy. He thinks that you look simply adorable when you’re all dolled up in a pretty little miniskirt, matching cute top, and thigh highs. He loves taking you out when you’re dressed up all nicely. He enjoys showing you off, walking around with your hand in his. He loves knowing that you’re his pretty little thing. 

Initially, you buy the cat ears as a joke—at least that’s what you tell yourself. While wandering the aisles of your local sex shop, you come across a pair of cat ears. You can’t help but reach out to feel them—and oh, they’re so soft. At that moment, you decide that you must buy them. You can’t leave without them. You know that Jolly will love them. You also spot some matching cat-paw gloves. They look so fluffy and adorable, and once you try them on—you simply have to buy them. Your eyes then land on a fluffy, cat-tail butt plug. You know that Jolly will go crazy once he sees you wearing it. 

After getting home, you decide to do some more ‘research’--which really, consists of browsing Etsy. 

You find a pair of pink leather cuffs that you simply can’t resist buying. They’ll pair really nicely with your cat tail and cat ears. Jolly won’t be able to resist you once he lays eyes on you—his pretty pet, all restrained and at his mercy. You also can’t resist buying a matching pretty pink collar—with a leash too, for good measure. You pay for the fastest shipping option that’s available, and wait, with baited breath.

Jolly notices just how restless you have been recently. He notices how you keep looking at the door anytime the postman comes. He also recalls you going “shopping” one day, though you never ended up revealing to him just what you had bought that day. You were also very adamant that you hadn’t bought anything that day—even though Jolly knows that it’s impossible for you to go shopping without buying something. 

Either way, he’s thoroughly amused by your antics.

Thankfully, the package arrives while Jolly isn’t home. Once you get your hands on the package, you rip it open, eagerly trying on the cuffs and collar, adoring the look of your fluffy cat-ears and fluffy cat paw gloves. You know that Jolly will be obsessed with this the second he lays his eyes on you.

You take all of the gear off, hiding it away for later. You busy yourself for the next few hours, trying to make time pass by as fast as possible. You’re simply itching for Jolly to get home.

Once Jolly does return home, you’re practically buzzing with excitement. Naturally, Jolly notices, though he doesn’t say anything—simply smiling at the sheer excitement that radiates off of you while the two of you eat lunch. Afterwards, you encourage Jolly to go take a shower. 

“Let me know when you’re dressed!”

He simply gives you a soft smile, nodding and going along with whatever game it is that you’re playing.

While Jolly showers, you take that moment to get dressed into your kitty gear. You can’t help the thrum of desire and anticipation that runs through you. You take your clothes off, deciding to change into something prettier. You change into a lacy bra. It’s a tiny thing, barely doing anything to preserve your modesty. You decide to forgo putting on any panties. You know that Jolly will appreciate it. You can already feel your pussy getting wet. You decide to put on a pretty pink miniskirt, an oversized t-shirt that you tucked into the skirt, as well as some white thigh-highs. You put your collar on, fastening it into place and attaching the matching leash. 

You then reach for the tail. You reach for the bottle of lube, drizzling some onto your hole. The butt plug is quite large, larger than you usually wear. You decided to go for a larger butt plug so that the tail would be a bit more snug, and be able to resist some tugging. Knowing Jolly, he’ll want to tug on it and play with it. 

You press a finger into your ass. It’s been a while since you’ve done something back there, so it takes a little bit of getting used to. You let your eyes drift shut as you try to work yourself open with one finger. You work another finger inside. It’s a bit of a stretch, but it doesn’t sting too badly. You work yourself open, spreading your fingers apart. 

You try to force yourself to relax as you press the plug inside. You bite your lip, trying your best to stay silent. You let out a whispered gasp as you’re stretched open on the widest part of the plug, before the plug finally slides inside. You’re gasping, but finally, it’s done. 

You give the tail a bit of a test tug, and you have to silence your moan. It feels so good when the plug insistently presses against you as you try to pull it out. You just know that Jolly will adore it.

You then pull your fluffy cat paw gloves onto your hands. You flex your fingers. They look so cute. 

Lastly, you place the pink cat ears atop your head. 

You walk over to the mirror, and can’t help the wave of desire that shoots through you. You look absolutely adorable.

Once you’re dressed, you wait on the floor, kneeling, your back straight, your head bowed, your hands clasped behind you. You feel a nervous thrum of anticipation in your tummy. You’re not really sure what Jolly’s reaction will be—but you hope that he’ll like your little outfit. There’s one thing that you know for sure—once he lays his eyes on you, he won't show you any mercy.

Jolly’s eyes land on you as he exits the bathroom, and he lets out a shaky breath.

”Fuck,” he laughs. “I was expecting a surprise, but I wasn’t expecting something this pretty to be kneeling in front of me.”

His hand reaches down towards you, the backs of his fingers tenderly stroking along your cheek. His hand cradles your jaw, as he guides you to look up at him. His eyes are dark with lust. It sends a shiver through you.

“Fuck. You’re so pretty,” he sighs. “What am I going to do with a thing as sweet and beautiful as you?”

“Mreow?”

Jolly shakes his head in exasperation. “You’re making—you’re making me go crazy. Fuck, you’re so beautiful. I just want to ruin you,” he whispers.

You let out a soft noise in response, something between a whine and a moan. 

“Stand up and do a little twirl for me?”

You comply, standing up and doing a little spin. It’s only then that Jolly notices your fluffy gloves and tail.

He takes a deep breath in. “All I can think about is those fluffy little paws wrapped around my cock.”

His words send a wave of desire through you. 

He walks around you, admiring you. You feel deliciously exposed beneath his gaze. It’s almost clinical, the way he looks at you. 

“Is that—” Jolly’s words trail off as he lifts your skirt.

“It’s a butt plug,” you smile, shaking your hips slightly, the fluffy tail swishing with your movements.

Jolly lets out a shaky breath. His hands trail along your ass, before spreading your cheeks apart, trying to see for himself. The motion makes you pause, your heart racing in anticipation. You feel so exposed. 

“Fuck,” he groans. He lets go of you, palming his bulge over his pants as his eyes trail over your form. “You look so fucking good.”

He’s unashamed about the fact that he’s very much turned on by the sight of you.

“You can play with me, if you’d like,” you tease. “I am your pet, after all.”

Jolly moves until he’s standing in front of you, once again cradling your face between his hands. He gives you a sly smile. You can tell that there’s dangerous ideas brewing behind those eyes of his. 

“Oh, I very much intend to play with you.”

You can’t help the shiver that runs through you at his words.

Jolly leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. It’s a sweet gesture—though you know that he’s simply trying to catch you off guard. He’s very fond of treating you sweetly, only to switch up his demeanor when you least expect it. 

Jolly moves away from you, sitting down on the bed, repositioning himself until he’s leaning against the headboard.

“Pspspsps. C’mere kitty,” he calls, patting his lap.

You happily join him, sitting down beside him—at least until Jolly grabs your hips, maneuvering you until you’re lying face down, your ass bent over his lap.

He manhandles you so quickly and so easily. It makes your head spin.

You can feel his hard cock pressing against your side. It feels degrading, in a way. 

One of his hands rests against your back, a steady and unyielding presence that serves as a reminder for you to stay put. His other hand slowly traces the exposed skin of your thigh. You can feel yourself shaking with anticipation as it slides higher, grazing just below your ass. He traces a singular, teasing finger along the curve of your ass.

His hand plays with your fluffy tail, letting it glide through his fingers. 

“Your tail is so soft and pretty. It would be a shame if someone were to pull on it, hmm?”

That’s the only warning he gives you before his hand firmly grasps a hold of the tail, pulling it. You try to move with it, try to lessen the pressure that you’re feeling—but there’s no use. The hand on your back firmly pins you down. 

You can’t help the whimper that escapes you. Jolly doesn’t try to remove the butt plug—he simply pulls so that it presses against you. The stretch is so overwhelming. You feel impossibly stretched open as the widest part of the butt plug presses against your hole. 

 “Please, sir,” you whisper.

Jolly lets go of the tail, and you let out a quiet sigh of relief. 

“Sweet kitty, making such pretty noises for me.”

He pets your back for a moment, giving you some time to regain your composure. Jolly then repositions you until you’re lying on your front, between his legs. Your head rests against his thigh.

“Does my sweet kitty want a treat?”

You nod, letting out a soft ‘meow’. You nuzzle your face against his bulge, rubbing your cheek against it. 

It feels nice. You stay in place, your face resting against his bulge. His musky scent feels so intoxicating. You love how it feels to have his hard bulge pressing against your face. You love feeling the physical manifestation of his desire for you. It makes you feel so dizzy. You feel like you could stay in this position forever.

Eventually, you begin to paw at his bulge, making soft noises in the back of your throat. You know that you’re coming off as very needy—but you can’t find it in yourself to mind. You struggle to unbutton his jeans. Your fingertips just barely poke out of the cat paw gloves that you’re wearing, making it difficult for you to grasp onto anything.

Jolly chuckles, enjoying the view of your desperate and needy struggling. Eventually, he decides to intervene. He guides your hands away from him, and begins to unbutton his pants. He pulls them down a little bit, until you can see his clothed bulge. It’s straining against the fabric of his black boxer shorts.

You paw at his cock, whining softly. You nuzzle your face against it. It feels even better now that there’s less layers separating you from him—but still, it’s not enough. 

You can see a small drop of precum staining the fabric of his boxer shorts. You lean in, attempting to lick at it. You try to get a rise out of Jolly—but it doesn’t work. When you look up at him, he’s staring down at you, amused. He doesn’t seem phased in the slightest by your actions. 

“Poor kitty just needs my cock in her mouth, hmm?”

You nod, looking up at him with the most pitiful gaze.

Jolly removes both his pants and his underwear, freeing his cock.

The sight of his cock sends a shiver through you. It’s hard and leaking, the tip a desperate shade of cherry-red. A bead of precum slides down the tip. You ache to lick it up.

One of Jolly’s hands works its way up the back of your neck, until it’s gently cradling the base of your scalp. Gently—giving you space to back out if you want to—he guides you closer to his cock. You take some time to softly lick at the tip, leaving little kitten licks as you lap at the precum that leaks from his cock. You let out an appreciative ‘meow’, nuzzling your face against his thigh.

You then take Jolly’s cock into your mouth, sliding further and further down, until your nose is pressed against his pelvis. Jolly lets out a choked off groan. The tip of his cock grazes your throat, and you will your breathing to calm. It’s been a while since you’ve last done this. Jolly’s cock feels so big, filling your mouth. The size of it is almost overwhelming.

Throughout it all, Jolly’s hand rests at the base of your scalp, a steady and unyielding presence. He’s completely in control of your movements. 

Your eyes drift shut, as you bask in the submissive feeling that the action brings. You feel so utterly at Jolly’s mercy. His cock completely fills your throat. It feels so overwhelming—but in a good way. You try your best to take slow, steady breaths through your nose. Your head feels so cloudy, so foggy. 

“There we go. Such a good kitty. Taking me so well.”

His other hand softly strokes your hair. His touch is so tender that you can’t help but melt into it. You hum appreciatively around his cock.

“Such a sweet kitty. You look so beautiful like this, your lips wrapped around my cock.”

You move your hands to where Jolly’s hand is tangled in your hair. You pull at his hand, signalling for him to pull on your hair. 

“Does my sweet kitty want me to use her mouth?”

You hum around his cock.

Jolly’s other hand then also threads through your hair, until he has a firm grip on you. Slowly, he begins to pull you off of his cock, until just the tip remains inside your mouth. He then pushes you back down, his hips thrusting up into your mouth. He keeps using you like this, fucking up into the wet heat of your mouth.

You struggle a little bit every time that his tip hits the back of your throat, but you will yourself to relax and be pliant. You melt into the sound of your soft glugging around Jolly's cock.

You allow your mind to drift. It feels so good to be used like this. It makes your head feel deliciously empty. 

“You’re such a well behaved kitty, making her owner feel so good.”

You let out a soft mewl in response, though it’s muffled by his cock. You can feel a desperate need bubbling in your tummy. You can feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter. You try to grind your hips down against the mattress—but there’s no use, the angle is completely wrong. You let out a pitiful whine. 

It’s not long before you bring Jolly over the edge, his warm cum spilling down your throat as he lets out a choked off moan. Dutifully, you swallow around him, before pulling off and resting your head against his thigh. 

Jolly pets your hair as you rest against him, catching your breath. 

“There we go. Such a good girl.”

You give him a shy little smile, meowing in response. 

You take a moment to catch your breath and come back down from your high. Your head feels like it’s swimming. Jolly whispers soft praises to you, stroking your hair so tenderly. Your eyes drift closed, as you allow yourself to relax to the soothing timbre of Jolly’s voice.

Once you’ve calmed yourself a little bit, you begin to sit up. One of Jolly’s hands cradles your face, holding your head steady, while his other hand readjusts the cat ears that are sitting atop your head.

“Such a sweet kitty. So well behaved for me.”

He leans in, guiding you towards him, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. You melt against him. His lips feel so good pressed against yours. When you pull away and look up at him, his gaze is full of fondness. There’s a soft smile on his lips as your eyes meet his.

“Are you okay to continue?”

As much as you’d love to simply give him a ‘meow’ in response, you know that he’s looking for a clear, verbal answer. Your voice is a little bit hoarse, but you manage to muster out an enthusiastic ‘yes.’

Jolly then repositions you until you’re straddling his lap. His hand trails downwards, beneath your skirt. Ever so slowly, his fingers slide through your slick folds. It makes you shiver with need. You can feel a heat beginning to build in your tummy.

“Oh sweet thing, you’re so wet already. You’re absolutely dripping.”

You whine in response. 

Jolly takes his time sliding his finger through your folds, feeling just how wet you are. It feels a little bit humiliating—he toys with your body so easily. His thumb nudges against your clit, his touch featherlight as he skims over it, rubbing soft circles against it.

“Poor kitty is so worked up. Needs someone to ruin her sweet pussy, doesn’t she?”

You let out a soft ‘meow’ in affirmation. You nuzzle your face against his shoulder. His finger keeps sliding through your folds, slowly teasing you while you whine and hide against him. You feel so needy, so small, so desperate.

You try to grind down against his hand, try to get some more stimulation–but Jolly moves his hand away. You let out a displeased whine.

“Is my sweet kitty in heat? Does my sweet kitty need me to breed her?”

You nod shyly against him. 

“What is it that you need, kitty?”

“Need–need you to breed me,” you whine, quietly. It feels like an embarrassing admission to make. You can’t stop the blush that spreads across your face.

Jolly repositions the both of you until you’re lying on your front beneath him, on all fours. He tucks a pillow beneath your hips.

“Just in case you get too tired to hold yourself up,” he says. It vaguely sounds like a promise.

Jolly tugs on your tail, and you gasp, raising your hips.

“There we go. My sweet kitty just needs me to mount her, doesn’t she?”

You mewl in response.

Jolly spreads some lube onto his cock, before holding himself above you. 

“Gonna fill your sweet pussy, and breed you till it takes.”

Jolly teasingly slides his cock against your folds, the tip of his cock nudging against your clit. You whine, trying to buck into his touch—but there’s no use. He’s taking his sweet time, and he won’t be dissuaded.

“You’re so desperate for it, aren’t you? Feeling so needy that you just had to dress up in order to get my attention. Poor kitty needed to have her sweet pussy ruined ‘till she can’t think.”

You let out a quiet whine. His words cause a heat to build in your tummy. You can feel your mind getting just that little bit hazier. 

“All it takes is a few mean words from me, and you get all dumb and pliable. How cute.”

You whine softly. Tears begin to fill your eyes. You feel so needy. 

Jolly tenderly strokes your hair. “I know you like it when I’m mean to you. You act all soft and sweet, but you just love to be degraded, don’t you?”

You fruitlessly buck your hips against him. You can’t stop the tears from spilling over. You feel so desperate, so needy. You can’t help it. 

“Oh you poor thing,” he coos. “You need my cock to make you feel better, don’t you? Need me to make that achy feeling go away?”

You nod pitifully. You feel so small, so vulnerable. Your pleasure is completely at his mercy. 

Jolly’s tip nudges at your entrance. “Biiig stretch now,” he says, as he begins to press inside. 

You let out a soft whine. The stretch feels intoxicating. He feels so big, filling you so thoroughly as he presses in until his hips are flush with yours. The plug that’s in your ass only serves to make you feel even more full.

“There we go,” he coos, his hand softly stroking your hair, while the other hand rests against your hip. “My sweet kitty just needed my cock, hmm?”

You let out a soft moan in response.

Jolly pulls back until just the tip remains inside, before thrusting back into you. He keeps his pace slow, repeating the same motion over and over again. He pulls out until just the tip remains inside, then thrusts back inside. His pace is so torturously slow. It’s nowhere near enough stimulation for you. You whine softly, pawing at the mattress in front of you, trying to plead for more.

“What’s wrong, kitty? Isn’t this what you wanted? My cock filling your needy pussy?”

You whine, shaking your head.

“No? You don’t want me to fill you?”

Jolly pulls out fully.

You whine at how empty you feel, tears brimming in your eyes. You feel so unbelievably needy. You feel too far gone to even say anything, too far gone to plead with him. You can’t stop the tears from spilling over.

“Oh you poor thing,” Jolly coos. “My sweet kitty is just so desperate, isn’t she? But she’s so fun to play with when she’s all sweet and needy like this,” Jolly drawls, his cock sliding through your folds as he teases you.

You can’t hold back the pitiful little noises that escape you. You’re mewling, babbling incoherently, begging Jolly to fill you.

Jolly pulls on your leash, yanking your head back, before thrusting back inside you. You let out a high-pitched keen as he fills you.

His thrusts start out slow and measured, but soon, he’s mercilessly thrusting into you, fucking you into the mattress.

You can’t hold back the pitiful, needy noises that escape you. 

“Gonna fill you until it’s dripping out, and then I’ll fuck it back inside you. Need to make sure it takes.”

It’s all so overwhelming. Your arms feel so shaky, and you’re struggling to hold yourself up. You can’t stop your arms from buckling, as your front falls onto the mattress. Jolly doesn’t stop, though. He keeps ruthlessly fucking into your pussy, the sound of his skin meeting yours echoing throughout the room.

Still though–it’s not enough to bring you over the edge. You try to trail your hand down to your clit, but Jolly effortlessly moves it away, pinning both of your hands above your head.

You’re completely restrained and at his mercy.

“P–please.”

Jolly slows his thrusts. His cock drags against your walls as he teases you. 

“I know that you can beg prettier than that.”

“Please. Need–need to cum.”

You can feel the tears trailing down your face as you beg him, your voice hoarse.

Jolly seems to take pity on you. His hand trails down your front, his thumb mercilessly working your clit as he speeds up his thrusts. You’re already so worked up, that it’s not long before you’re clenching around him as your orgasm washes over you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Gonna breed this sweet pussy–”

Jolly soon follows you over the edge. You let out a quiet moan as you feel his warm cum flooding your pussy. He thrusts weakly a few more times, milking his cock. You whine at the overstimulation.

Jolly stays inside you for a moment, catching his breath. His head drops down, resting against the back of your neck. He presses a soft kiss to the skin there, whispering sweet words of praise.

He pulls out, and you whine at the emptiness you feel. You can feel how his cum leaks down your thigh. You let out a weak whimper.

“Shh, you’re okay. I’ve got you,” he coos.

His hand strokes your side, as he placates you. 

Jolly pulls away. You think that he leaves the room for a moment. You’re not too sure. Everything feels so hazy. You feel so sleepy.

You can feel a warm towel cleaning between your thighs. You let out a quiet whine as it nudges against your sensitive clit.

“I know, I know. Just need to clean you up a little bit,” Jolly coos. His other hand pets your back as he placates you. “There we go. Such a good girl. My sweet girl.” He presses a soft kiss to your back. “You did so well. My perfect girl.”

You let out a soft whine. You feel so tired. So sleepy. You feel like you’ve lost the ability to think.

“Let’s take all of this off you, okay?”

You let a quiet whine. You don’t want to move. It’s too much effort.

“I know baby, but it’s going to feel uncomfortable. Let’s take all of this gear off of you and get you relaxed, yeah?”

Jolly’s fingers deftly undo your collar, before taking off your cat paw gloves, and the ears that sit atop your head. 

“I’m going to take the plug out now, okay?”

You nod, though it’s followed by a quiet whine. You’re not looking forward to the stretch.

Jolly places a soft kiss atop your head. “Just try your best to relax for me, okay? It might be a little bit uncomfortable.”

Jolly grabs the base of the plug, and slowly begins to pull it out. You let out a pained whine as the largest part of the plug stretches you open.

“I know, I know. It’s okay. I’ve got you. Just breathe for me, sweet thing.”

You do as he says, and with a little bit of more force, Jolly manages to remove the plug.

Your eyebrows are furrowed, and you can’t help the soft whine that leaves you. Jolly placates you with soft words and kisses.

You insistently tug at your t-shirt, before Jolly helps you sit up and remove that too.

Jolly sits against the headboard, pulling you onto his lap. He repositions you until your side is pressed against his front. His warm, bare skin feels so nice and comforting against yours. You notice that you’re trembling, shivering. The room suddenly feels so cold.

Jolly tugs a blanket around the two of you. You sigh, melting into the warm fluffiness. You let your head rest on Jolly’s chest. You can hear his steady heartbeat, you can feel how his chest rises and falls as he breathes. You get lost in the repetitive sounds and movements. It keeps you grounded while your mind drifts.

”There we go,” Jolly coos. “Just let yourself rest.”

All the while, Jolly is still whispering sweet praises to you. One of his hands rubs soft circles against your side. 

“Are you feeling okay?” Jolly asks.

You nod. You let out a quiet whine. You don’t really want to talk. You’d like to stay silent. Talking feels like it would take too much effort. 

You just want to rest.

Jolly doesn’t seem completely convinced by your response, but he doesn’t press. “Tell me if that changes, okay?”

You nod again. 

You feel so tired. 

You nuzzle your face against his chest. His skin feels so nice. So warm.

You can feel yourself drifting off to sleep. You don’t bother trying to stop yourself. You’re so tired. Jolly feels so warm against you, and the blanket that’s wrapped around you feels so soft. 

You let out a soft “meow”, nuzzling your face against Jolly’s chest, and promptly fall asleep.

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