hard thought of the day: (that is, once again, with sannie)
Impatient catboy san who sits on his knees between your legs while you’re on the phone.
He’s wearing a collar that hugs his throat just so, making his head just slightly fuzzy but nothing too much. A collar that’s connected to the leash you hold in your hand, pink and glittery, just for your sannie. You sit smugly with it, tugging on it at random times.
His fluffy ears sit atop his head, twitching ever so slightly in anticipation.
They look so soft and you wanna pet him so bad, caress them and call him your good kitten but ignore the urge, continuing on with the call.
Thigh highs wrap around his skin, white fabric looking so pretty in contrast to his hickey-covered thighs, shades of red and purple decorating him all over from last night.
“Yeah, yeah,” you aren’t talking to him. You’re talking to whoever’s on the phone. He doesn’t know who. He doesn’t particularly care.
All he knows is that he wants you so bad and he can barely wait. Your legs spread open in front of his face. Your pants gone, only your underwear left.
His tail flicks wildly around, brushing over your skin and legs, finally wrapping around your thigh, brushing higher and higher before you tug at his leash and furls back into it's original place.
"Mommy, please~" His voice is almost a whisper, enough to catch your attention. For you to glance down at him, between your legs. Enough for him to look back at you with wide needy eyes. Wanting nothing more than to bury his face between your legs.
He can't think of anything else. He hasn't thought about anything else all day.
He wants to make you feel good so bad.
Wants to feel your fingers digging into his hair, controlling him, showing him exactly how to move and what to do. Wants to feel your thighs around his head, your skin smooth against his own. Wants to hear you moan and tell him what a good kitty he is.
So even though it's hard he'll try to be a good kitty. And a good kitty listens when he’s told to wait. When he’s told to be patient.
"Oh! I heard!" You pause, the person on the other end saying something. "Your mom told me, but that's not the point! Congratulations!"
He wants to hear you call out his name, wants to hear you laugh at him. Anything at this point. Anything at all. All he wants is to taste you so, so, so, so bad.
"Mommy-!" It's indignant this time, a touch bratty in a way that makes you look down at him sternly.
He rests his head against your knee, the movement tender yet filled with tension. "Need you so bad, wanna taste you-wanna be so good for you~" his pink tongue peeks out, reaching but your hold on the leash prevents his from going any further.
"So, so, so bad." he huffs.
Poor Sannie tries to be a good kitty.
Until he can’t anymore.
Until his other head takes over the more sensible one and he leans forward, pulling until the leash goes loose. And he's free to let his nose nudge against you, rubbing slowly in circles around your clit, listening to your quiet gasp.
“U-um, yeah, that’s g-great to hear!”
He starts out with slow teasing kitten licks, waiting for your breath to hitch. For you fingers to find his hair. For you to tug on the leash.
You don't. You continue the call, ignoring him.
Poor kitty nearly cries out in frustration. Tears prick at his eyes. All he needs now is your attention. For you to look at him. For you to pay attention to him.
His tongue flattens against you, over the fabric but he can still taste you through it, your arousal long since soaked through. Your taste, your smell, your voice above him, continuing on like nothing is happening clouding up his head as he whines against you, mewling cutely in hopes of gaining your regard-needing it.
His mouth obscenely slurps, eyes falling shut in concentration. Moving faster in just the right way.
His tail has a mind of his own. Squeezing your legs, brushing against your skin.
You could pull him away any second, pull the leash back and put him in his place but he looks so cute, sounds so cute and he’s so good with his mouth.
Lapping away without a care in the world, whining and keening into you as you hold back moans. His fingers dig into the back of your thighs with blunt nails. The thin layer of your underwear makes itself frustratingly apparent to both of you.
“I-i can’t wait to hear that from you in person, but-I really have to g-go now, sorry!”
The phone’s hung up and tossed to the side without a care in the world, hands immediately flying down to knot in his hair, playing with those adorable ears.
Those hypersensitive ears.
His eyes nearly roll into the back of his head, eyebrows pinching together as you begin leading his movements, hips grinding onto his mouth, sighing in bliss while he redoubles his efforts.
Tongue and spit and arousal mix together in a lewd mess, disgusting and filthy and fucking amazing.
He doesn't care that he's throbbing. That he's rock hard and grinding against the edge of the couch. He doesn't care.
All he cares about is you. Your pleasure. Hearing those noises again.
"Please, please cum in my mouth," his voice is soft, muffled, vibrating against your skin. "Want you to cum in my mouth so bad, wanna taste you so bad~"
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wth, i can't stop thinking about catboy san, this is all your fault @lemonhongjoong😭
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thinking about mating press with beefy!bucky. all that weight on top of you, knowing for certain he’s about to breed you?? ughhh
Oh God yes, the thought of this makes me fucking purr 🤤
Just the thought of his thick, slightly curved cock sliding as deep inside as you can take. The feeling of his tip rubbing against your cervix before he withdraws, pulling almost entirely out of you before he glides back in again.
"Good girl, 'm so proud of you. Cum nice and hard for me, I've got you. You're safe." He holds you so close, letting you sob your pleasure against his neck while he works you through another orgasm. It's tender and romantic and loving and you're beyond aware that this man makes you insanely wet.
Your thighs are still trembling as you come down from your high. Each thrust now feels like it's almost too much but with the way Bucky's groaning, he might not be able to keep it up for much longer.
"Fuck, you feel like Heaven. This pretty little pussy was made for me. Made to be mine." His thrusts are punishing but it's an addictive feeling. "I'm going to fill you. I'm not going to pull out. Going to give you a baby."
You're almost surprised how badly you want that but it's very hard to find the words to tell him; not when his thrusts are beginning to stutter and his high seems to get closer and closer.
"I'm going to fuck a baby into you." His hand holds your chin, making sure he can see your eyes. The evidence of pleasure written all over his face might've been enough to convince you that you could handle another orgasm but you'll still not quite sure that's a good idea.
Within a few more seconds, his cock is throbbing inside you, shooting stripes of hot, thick cum right against your cervix. He looks entirely content with his decision, pressing as deep as he can so you can feel him pulse and twitch.
There's not much you need to say to each other for a few seconds. Instead, it's nice to just listen to you both trying to catch your breath while your partner floods your waiting, fluttering sex with his cum.
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