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moominnyu · 3 years ago

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nekopara [kim younghoon]

🐇🎀 mature content ahead !! minors don’t interact !!

🧸🎀 — pairings: catboy!kim younghoon (the boyz) x gender neutral reader

🧸🎀 — tw: nsfw. catboy!younghoon (not like petplay but like an actual catboy with ears and a tail). handjob. blowjob. throat fucking. snowballing. like one swear word, i think. uhhhh younghoon's a dramatic, spoiled little shit.

🧸🎀 — wc: 5151

“i really have to get this assignment finished, hoonie,” you pat younghoon's back lightly, attempting to signal him to get off you and give you enough space to move freely, “i promise i'll be with you after i'm done.”

you feel him shake his head and cling further to you, hands gripping the hem of your shirt tighter and face hiding in the junction between your neck and shoulder.

younghoon has always been clingy, affectionate. unlike any catboy you had the, uh, pleasure to meet, younghoon had imprinted to you on first meeting, the fact that he's currently nestled comfortably on your lap, straddling your legs with his chest pressed against yours isn't anything never seen before— in fact, you tend to be quite patient with him and care for him whenever he's feeling particularly needy, and today wouldn't be so different if it weren't for the fact that you're already two weeks behind on uni work and you're so desperately trying to catch up before it all gets too much and you die from a stroke due to all the stress. if you weren't playing around so much with younghoon, you wouldn't be in this position, you know that, but it's hard— a whole challenge, actually,— to say no to those round eyes and that fluffy pair of little black ears that perk up lovingly each and every time you call out to him.

but you've made up your mind— you're going to finish this assignment tonight and no amount of headbutting or purring from younghoon is going to change that... though, you already lost the first half of the battle by allowing him to sit on your lap while you work.

he's heavy, and he's so obnoxiously stubborn about getting your undivided attention that he makes an extra effort to move around as much as he can and block what little view you can get of your laptop over his broad shoulder. you would've already push him off you if he wasn't, again, so heavy.

he stirs again when you sigh, lifting his face so that he can press his forehead against yours, “let's go to bed?” younghoon offers with a little nudge of his nose against yours, and it sounds tempting, it really does, especially because he feels all warm and soft and, in your stressed state of mind, all that you can think of are those leisurely naps on his arms, the feel of the gentle blow of the fan and the sound of nature outside, but you still have some traces of determination left on your body to give in so easily to him.

“gotta finish this first and then i can go to bed,” you say, and it's almost heartbreaking to have to pull away from him, but you do, and you have to set your gaze somewhere else to avoid seeing the look of disappointment in his eyes, “i told you, didn't i?”

“no, you didn't.”

“yes, i did. you just hear what you want to hear,” you frown, moving your head to the side when he tries to press his forehead against yours again. he opts to nudge you on the shoulder with his head, and you try your hardest to ignore him and focus on whatever the hell you were writing before your focus was forcibly robbed, but you can no longer remember the subject, let alone the topic of the essay, “go to bed, hoon.”

“are you coming with me?” he pulls away a little, tone as hopeful as the glint in his eyes. his little ears perk up with excitement, much like his tail, and you would give him a little pet if he wasn't being so stubborn and actually deserved it.

“what did i just say?” your frown only deepens at his question, made with faux innocence.

“don't know,” younghoon pretends to think about it briefly, then shaking his head and laying it back on your shoulder, “don't recall.”

whatever little sympathy you had for your very needy boyfriend flies out the window after that look on his eyes— he knows exactly what he's doing. it's in his very nature to be this obstinate, to be demanding and unaccommodating unless it fits his needs and yet still have the audacity to pretend he's just an innocent, harmless and innocuous little catboy just because he has a pair of cute ears and a tail to match. out of all the actual, real cats that you know, you'd swear you prefer them over him if younghoon wasn't such good company when he isn't acting like a spoiled little prince when he doesn't get what he wants. well, you recognize you're part to blame too.

thinking it's time to atone for your sin of leniency, you muster all your strength to push younghoon off you. he groans at the disturbance, fighting back by pressing further against you, and he would otherwise easily overpower your pushing if it weren't for the fact that you're set on getting him away and your insistence is too much of a nuisance to him that he ends up getting up on his own accord.

he stands by you, then, eyes set on you with an underlying bitterness that he tries to hide under his act of nonchalance and a lethargic stretch, pretending that he isn't at all hurt by your actions but still pouting and sulking when you don't give him much but a look, “you're being mean,” subsequently, he turns to your laptop, and this time, he doesn't even bother in hiding that death glare that overcomes his usually loving eyes, “i hate you.”

“stop being stingy,” you close your eyes, stretching your arms and neck now that you've got the extra weight off you, “there isn't anything i can do about this other than finish my assignment.”

“i'm not talking about you,” he says, finding it scandalous that you would even think he was referring to you, “i'm talking about this laptop. i hate it, i don't like it.”

“you don't think that when you're playing on girlsgogames until three a.m.”

“well, i won't ever do that again. i hate it now, i can't stand looking at its face,” he says, his tail has a life of its own as it wags, angrily, “and i hate the little people inside your laptop that tell you you gotta do this and do that. they take you away from me.”

you sigh again, this time you're not so sure of how long you'll last with your little act of self-discipline. nevermind younghoon being a pain in the ass, you're starting to consider dropping everything and tend your clingy kitten until he's happy again— but this is what makes younghoon the way that he is, that lack of resolve of yours whenever you tell yourself you gotta teach him some boundaries and that tendency to give in when he begins to purr and nuzzle you with his head.

“they're not taking me away from you, younghoon,” you say, still battling against that urge to follow him to your bedroom and blissfully forget about all of your obligations just to be with him. but you've been doing that too much lately, “i'm still very much here, with you.”

“well, it doesn't look like it!” he crosses his arms on his chest, huffing out, and you dread that sulky tone of his, “and stop saying my name like that, it sounds like you're scolding me.”

“i will be if you don't let me do my work.”

younghoon looks absolutely hurt, betrayed, offended, upset, devastated and every word of the like after your threat. his ears flatten and his tail drops as his eyes narrow, and whatever little sign of affability in his body language dies when he leans in to close your laptop harshly before he runs off to your shared room, not even turning when you let out an exclaim of his name in indignation.

you consider going after him and apologizing, after all, you understand his need of attention and constant pampering, but your less empathetic and far more reasonable side tells you that you need to finish your assignment before anything; that you might make amends with younghoon after the thing's been taken care of, and so, deciding to trust yourself for once, you crack your nuckles and open your laptop to get back to work.

it's around two in the morning when you manage to finally finish the goddamn assignment, your fingers stiff and your eyes all glossy yet dry. you contemplate finishing another thing from your to-do list before hitting the slack, seeing that it's still not so late, but you end up deciding to join younghoon after remembering that he had stormed off earlier and must still be in hopes of your return.

after stretching your stiff limbs, you plug your almost dead laptop to its charger and head to your room with sluggish feet. the sight of younghoon sprawled out in the middle of the bed greets you as soon as you come inside. he's dead asleep, mouth agape and drooling, black hair tossed in every possible direction and tail wrapped around one of his thighs. for someone who claimed and insisted he couldn't sleep unless you weren't in bed with him, he's surely having quite a sweet dream, it seems.

you sit at the edge of the bed, your hand coming up to rub at the visible skin of his tummy that his scrunched up hoodie lets out. on pure instinct, he spreads out further at the contact, giving you more space to caress him even in his sleep, his throat reverberating a sound similar to a purr. it takes younghoon a couple minutes of pets for him to slowly stir awake, his eyes fluttering open as his legs tense when he stretches them out. as soon as he makes sense of his surroundings, he's immediately slapping your hand away and turning his back on you in resentment.

“are you done talking to your little people now?” despite the tone of dissatisfaction in his voice, he doesn't fight when you lean in to press a fleeting kiss to cheek.

“the little people are asleep now,” you drag your legs on the bed as you slide closer to him, your hand going up and down his back, and younghoon can't help but purr in return, his body always being more honest than his words, “i wasn't talking to them.”

“oh, so you only come to me because you couldn't talk to them?”

“you know that's not what i mean,” you shake your head. your nails scrape against his nape as you guide your hand up to his hair, and you watch younghoon melt from the touch with a content, unintended purr, “i'm sorry, okay? will you please look at me?”

he slowly sits upwards and turns to you with slight reluctance. his ears remain flattened with a tinge of vexation, but you recognize that look of longing in his round eyes and that faint shade of pink on his pale cheeks way too well to not lean in and place a kiss to his pursed lips. he doesn't reciprocate the kiss, of course, the wound on his heart is still too fresh and he still has the thrill of the near death experience after your monstrous, evil, heartless neglect, he would never forgive you so easily.

or so he thinks, but he succumbs to you when you begin to press light kisses to his cheeks and eyelids, your nails scratch at that particular spot below his chin that has him vibrating with excitement, dropping his shoulders and leaning further towards you.

he sounds greatly pleased when your free hand tugs lightly on his right ear, and then caress the base of it with tenderness. he mewls, “suck me off.”

you stop your ministrations almost instantly, your brain staggering as it desperately works to make sense of the words younghoon just suddenly blurted out. your eyes remain blankly looking at him for a couple of seconds before your expression turns to one of realization, and, consequently, of indignation, “is that what you've been wanting all this time?!” you exclaim, snatching your hands away from him back into your lap.

“i knew it! you don't love me anymore!” dramatically, younghoon throws himself back down on the bed, letting his head and arms hang out of it as he kicks his legs around in hopes of blindly pushing you away, “first, you spend the whole day talking to those tiny people living in the laptop and now you don't want to touch me anymore!”

“they aren't tiny people living inside the laptop, this isn't horton hears a who,” you say, and use your arms as a shield when he groans and intends to land a small, non threatening kick to your face, “and i was just touching you right no—”

“what will it be of me?” he shakes his head, hairs shuffling with the movement as he falls further and further on the ground, “will i starve to death? will i freeze to death in the cold, unforgiving winter? will i die from heartbreak? what will it be of me without my beloved?!” he weeps, making a pause to add a dramatic sniff, “i have ten little kitten brothers, what would it be of them after i die?”

you narrow your eyes at him, sitting straight up as you watch him slide down slowly from the bed to the wooden floor like a depressed slug, “stop trying to manipulate me.”

“and now i'm being falsely accused,” he does an awful fake cry as he wipes his eyes with his fists, “jail! jail for my beloved for a thousand years!”

“are you also the spiritual successor to miette?” you shake your head at him with a heavy sigh. he's lucky he's cute, you think, otherwise you would have pushed him off the bed for real and force him to sleep on the floor in atonement for that almost insufferable trait of his that he shares with both his hybrid and non-hybrid feline peers.

and you think you finally understand to a deeper level what gym class heroes meant when they said that cupid's got them on a chokehold when you sigh and put your hands flat against the back of his thighs. with younghoon's full torso now laying on the floor while his legs are still kicking around on the bed, you try to pull him back up by the waistband of his sweats, “okay, stop whining, i'll give you what you want.”

he's fast as lightning when he's climbing back up on the bed to sit by you. he's almost polite, hands on his thighs and back straight as he smiles at you with pretense innocence and honest excitement. you realize you could just lecture him about the importance of work and school instead, but end up coming to the conclusion that whatever you say to him that doesn't involve his pleasure, especially when he's in this needy state, would just go in through one cute cat ear and out the other, and all because, much like a cat, whatever mutual understanding you could come to about work and study time would pretty much depend on whether or not younghoon's in the mood to actually understand.

when you lean in, he meets your lips half way with a burning urgency, and he kisses you deep, sensual, his tongue already pushing past your lips to curl against your own. with your hands that sneak past his hips and reach his tail, and the obscene, wet, lapping sounds that the kiss lets out, he's already arching his back, huffing out moans that become more erotic as the kiss grows in intensity.

“you should've rubbed one out if you were this needy,” you remove your lips from his and he comes forward searching for them once more, ready to complain when you pull away but shutting his mouth up as soon as your lips latch onto the skin of his neck.

“is that your way of telling me that you're going to leave me on my own?” he lifts his arms to signal you to take his hoodie off, ears spiking upwards happily when you comply, “is it because you don't love me anymore?”

“stop being so dramatic,” you roll your eyes at him, kissing him when he complains with a displeased hum. his hips arch slightly off the bed as it follows the movement of your nails that rake down his spine to the dimples of his back and the base of his tail, “i still love you very much, i wouldn't be doing this if i didn't.”

“i need a nonverbal confirmation,” younghoon grabs your hands and presses them flat on his hips, “come on, do your thing.”

while every catboy's a world different, they all share the same trait of exigence. younghoon, like many others, does things at his own pace, rushing the process if he's desperate and taking his sweet time with every little thing when he's in need for loving. you, as servile and dutiful as you can possibly be, only comply to whatever he's demanding at the moment.

he lifts his hips to let you take his sweats off, and, these, too, end up piling up on the floor alongside his hoodie and other pieces of clothing that he was too lazy to take to the laundry bin. his cock bounces once free, the sight of its red tip and the precum that dribbles down his shaft have whatever little exhaustion left on your body disappearing; you're already salivating for him, he's big and he looks delicious, and you're now wide awake, hungry, greedy.

your hands wraps perfectly around his member, and you give him a few experimental strokes that have always responsive younghoon moaning out loud. he spreads his legs further and leans down against the pillows to grant you more access. it usually takes him a bit longer to get this worked up, to get this hard and wanton, but you figure that, after whining and complaining all day for your attention, to be able to finally get it, wholeheartedly undivided and sincere, must have him over the moon.

being fully clothed while younghoon is sprawled completely naked below you gives you a certain sense of dominance that doesn't always come around with someone as stubborn as him, and you try to milk it out as much as you possibly can. you straddle one of his thighs as you press your lips to his collarbone, and you're greatly welcomed with a soft moan and a strong arm that sneaks around your waist to pull you closer, press you to him as much as he possibly can while you still pepper his ample chest with kisses that become hotter, wetter, as your lips are replaced with your tongue and tongue with teeth.

younghoon whimpers when your teeth nibble on the pink skin of his nipple, his hips stuttering upwards as your strokes begin to grow in speed. your touch drives him further into a sinful, almost delirious, delight, he feels the hotness all over his body, almost spreading through his bones and he can't help the stuttered moan that escapes his lips when your free hand tugs harshly on the base of his tail, the black fur standing like the little hairs on his limbs and nape as his body reacts with an intense spasm.

“give me your mouth,” he demands, although the little break in his voice makes it seem more like a plead, “i deserve it.”

your lips make a smacking sound as you pull away from his chest. for a second, you stare at his flushed skin, smeared with your saliva and littered with new forming hickeys and the fading purple color of the ones you had previously left, “says who?” you murmur against his skin as your butterfly kisses trail down his chest to the outline of his abs and the patch of pale skin below his navel.

“says me,” younghoon sucks in a breath, his ears twitching with excitement as you lower further down between his thighs, “you left me to die earlier.”

“weren't you over that already?”

“how can i forget? i get scared,” he subconsciously leans forward when you pull away from him, ears perking up but falling back to normal when he notices you're just making yourself comfortable between his thighs, “my world revolves around you, what else i'm supposed to do if you're not by my side?”

you want to tell him he's being dramatic again, but you come to the sudden realization that it's true— getting up in the morning at the same time you do, following you around the house as you do your chores, waiting for you to come back home when you're gone, and going to bed with you, no matter how late it's gotten, is what most of his days consist of. you feel truly heartless for not realizing it sooner, just how depending of you younghoon is. you decide you gotta make it up to him, that initial thought about having that talk with him is now long lost in your lust-clouded head.

so, as you pump up his shaft with delicacy, you can't help but sigh as soon as your tongue presses against his tip of younghoon's cock. his taste is always overwhelming, a saltiness that gets heightened with the slight smell of musk that you've come to love by now, and, against your own desires of teasing him a little, you take his cock right in, feeling the tip brush against the back of your throat.

younghoon chokes out a moan, head throwing back and hands clutching the pillows below him, knowing better than to claw on you, always with an almost, quite justified, but obsessive fear to hurt his beloved human with his unusually sharp nails— but still refusing to file them—. his thighs tense under you, and his hips threaten to buck up but he manages to hold them down with a practiced self-control. he'd be damned if he ever hurt you, no matter how lost he gets in the pleasure, no matter how hot it all feels and no matter what his instincts might want to make him do.

still, younghoon can't help it, the natural and honest reactions of his body to your touch— it's too hot and he feels like he's melting, your sweet mouth that sucks and laps at him with a loving insistence, your soft hand that strokes what your throat can't handle, your fingers that sometimes move to cup his balls, heavy with what he's been wanting to release all day. he bucks his hips upwards and hears, and fucking feels, the constriction of your throat as you choke around his cock. he raises up from the pillows, looking at you with raised eyebrows and what seems the first ounce of honest concern that you've seen in him today, “i'm sorry.”

you pull him out of your mouth to look up at him, lips still pressed against his tip. there's a hunger in his eyes that you can't describe as other than predacious, possessive— with irises that look black by his blown out pupils, hair disheveled and messy and ears perked forward, cheeks flushed and the slow rising and falling of his chest, you feel like a little mouse being toyed by him, the predator that salivates at the sight of your vulnerability, of your service, who can't wait for the right moment to finally prey on you.

“it's okay,” you tell him, tongue lapping up the precum that leaks despite your sudden lack of stimulation, “you can let loose.”

“really?” he breathes out, eyes a bit droopy and hooded.

“mhm,” you nod, smiling up at him to ease that concern of his, “you said you deserve it, didn't you?”

“y—yeah, i guess i did,” he shudders when you begin to slowly pump him again. he swallows hard, one of his ears faces backwards in concentration, “okay, i will,” he nods, “don't scold me later.”

“i won't, baby.”

younghoon's cock is big. your knowledge comes short in knowing if it's a hybrid thing or if he's just this big because he was just born this way, but, god damn is he big. his cock is long and thick, and, at the beginning, he was completely unaware of it. this, alongside his impatient nature, resulted in quite a handful of unfortunate events involving you with a pained butt and an uncomfortable stretch, that left a mental scar on him, more than it did on you— while still quite demanding of his bedroom needs, he's now more thorough with prep and more aware of what his impatience could do, so he makes sure that, whatever you two do, you're ready and willing to take him.

he waits patiently like a good kitty as you take him back in your mouth, squirming lightly as he watches his cock disappear in between your lips. this time, his fingers seek purchase in your hair, threading through the strands as a silent form of encouragement and awakening excitement when you relax your throat and jaw. “are you ready?” he asks, and you hum to the best of your ability to give him green light, “o—okay.”

he starts slowly, as always, a few experimental thrusts to test the limits of your throat. you always choke around him and he hates that he gets so turned on by the sight and sound of it, the coil in his tummy only seems to burn more and more when you roll your eyes back and moan against him when he begins to fuck your throat with a more passional intensity.

“nngh!” younghoon can't help the involuntary whimpers and breaks of his voice as your throat clenches around his swollen tip. his hips lift up to meet your bobbing head and he's reduced to babbles, a writhing mess, hyperventilating and trembling when your hand grabs his tail and strokes it, matching the rhythm which he set, “ah, i—”, his cock throbs and he whimpers, needy and so goddamn sinful, “i love you, i love you!”

he chants it like a prayer, ears straight up and tail stiff on an arch. you feel the muscles of his thigh tensing under your other hand, and you just know you're going to get what you've been thirsty for in a matter of seconds, no need for him to clarify— not that he ever does.

younghoon keeps thrusting into your mouth until, eventually, he's reduced to feeble whimpers and cries of your name. he claws on your scalp as his eyes screw shut, with thrusts that become more erratic and match his shortening breath. he pushes your head down and stills his hips, eyes hungrily locking on yours as he spills his thick seed into your awaiting mouth.

the density and savory taste that coat your entire tongue have you humming in pleasure as you pull away from him. younghoon follows your movements through hooded eyelids, his sensitive cock twitching awake once more at the sight of the string of saliva that connects your lips to his red tip. he watches you with hunter-like eyes, waiting for you to swallow so eagerly like you always do: his favorite part of the whole ordeal.

he's enthusiastic when you lift your weight from the bed and beckon him with a hand to his cheek, he moves towards you with agility despite his trembling thighs, and he's eager to meet your bruised lips for another deep kiss of those he so loves, already closing his eyes and hanging his mouth agape.

his eyes widen in shock, however, when you push your tongue inside his mouth and share the mouthful of salty cum that he believed you had already swallow. a reflexive, sensual moan resonates in his throat at the sudden taste, it's so thick and dense that it seems to melt in his mouth, bitter like nothing he ever tasted and so delightfully perverted that he finds himself leaning forward towards you, grabbing the back of your head to deepen the kiss as he swirls and rubs his tongue against yours and around his own cum.

he's the one to swallow first when you pull away, eagerly opening his mouth once he's done so, hanging his tongue out so you can see, imitating that what you do when you're the one with cum in your mouth. you chuckle at him, your own tongue sticking out to lap at the string of mixed saliva and semen that hangs from younghoon's lips.

after a couple of seconds, younghoon makes a grimace. the aftertaste isn't as pleasant as the initial one, “it's bitter,” he says, smacking his lips with a frown.

“yeah, it is,” you smile, petting his head and ears as he moves his tail in contentment, “you seemed to enjoy it, though.”

“i eat whatever you give me,” a half truth to conceal the embarrassment that he feels, although his red face gives it away.

he's already stiffing his tail up and trying to get up when you get up from the bed, ready to follow you wherever you're going, “are you leaving?”

you smile at him as you bend down to pick up his dirty clothes from the floor at the same time he stands up from the bed and walks towards you, “no, younghoon,” you pat his head with your free hand when he wraps his long arms around your middle, pressing himself against you, still butt naked, “i'm just gonna put these on the washing machine and run you a bath.”

you walk to the bathroom with another pair of legs and an unattached siamese twin clinging to you. younghoon is silent, but he's purring with contentment, his tail is securely wrapped around you like his arms and he doesn't seem to want to let go again, “i'm sorry about earlier,” he murmurs, resting his chin on your shoulder and pressing his cheek to yours, “i just want to be with my beloved all the time, i get cranky when those people take you away from me.”

you watch the warm water fill the tub with a loving smile, one hand rubbing younghoon's head and the other his arms, still tightly wrapped around your waist, “it's okay, hoonie,” you say, “i apologize too.”

“you'll have to kick that laptop out or i won't accept your apology,” he pouts, “only one of us can live by your side.”

you narrow your eyes at him, pulling slightly away to glare at him, incredulous, “are you really sorry?”

“just kidding,” he purrs, grinding his cheek against yours and closing his eyes with tenderness in attempt to soothe you again, “let's bathe and play sara's cooking class.”

🐇🎀 — luna's notes: hiii omg i'm sorry this took so long to post but i was slowly spiraling into the void, it took me a while to get out :-) it's here at last so <3 btw listen!!!! i KNOW girlsgogames died alongside flash player but this is set on an utopian universe where catboy younghoon and flash games coexist in peace, equality and mutual benefit. also, i linked any references i made in this, just in case. anyway that's it <3 should i write catboy!sunwoo next? catboy!juyeon? or what about puppyboy!eric?

pd: younghoon is a complete sub in my heart, this came out a little as if he's a soft dom of sorts but pls understand that catboy!younghoon and normal younghoon are not the same <3 they just different

#the boyz #tbz #kpop x reader #tbz x reader #the boyz x reader #idol x reader #kpop smut #the boyz smut #kim younghoon #kim younghoon x reader

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