!nerdjo x reader
cw: NSFW. pet play, catboy!nerdjo, light sub/dom, pussy eating, doggy style, creampie, light breeding kink?, pet names (kitty), soft/playful degradation, established relationship.
♡ this is an extra one-shot from the camboy!nerdjo series, but it can be read as a standalone perfectly! ♡
It was a quiet Sunday afternoon when you came back from hanging out with Shoko and found him already waiting for you.
Satoru was sitting on the edge of the bed, hands resting neatly on his thighs. Soft white cat ears sat perfectly on his messy white hair. Around his neck rested a thin plum collar, the small silver bell hanging just below the hollow of his throat, next to the little paw-shaped tag that read “Satoru.” He was already hard in his white boxers, the outline obvious, but he kept his eyes lowered until you stepped closer.
The bell gave a single soft chime when he looked up at you, a pretty flush already spreading across his cheeks.
“Look at you,” you murmured, voice warm. “All dressed up for me.”
You reached out and cupped his face with both hands, thumbs stroking his cheekbones. He leaned into the touch immediately, eyes fluttering half-shut. You tilted his head slightly to the side so the bell shifted and rang once, clear and delicate. Then you tilted it the other way, making it ring again.
“You put everything on by yourself,” you said softly, fingers trailing down the side of his neck until they brushed the collar. You stroked the leather with your fingertips, then rested two fingers against the bell and gave it the lightest push so it chimed again.
Satoru made a small, embarrassed sound in the back of his throat. His cock twitched visibly in his boxers.
You smiled and leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to the corner of his mouth, then another to his jaw, then one right over the pulse point just above his collarbone. The bell rang softly every time he shivered.
“You’ve been thinking about this since I suggested it, haven’t you?” you whispered against his skin. “Putting the ears on. Fastening the collar… waiting for me to come find you like this.”
He nodded, barely able to speak.
You pulled back just enough to look at him properly. Your hands slid down his bare chest, slow and deliberate, until they reached the waistband of his boxers. You didn’t pull them down yet. Instead you cupped him through the fabric, feeling how hard and warm he already was, and gave him a single, lazy squeeze.
Satoru’s hips jerked forward with a quiet gasp. The bell rang.
“So eager already,” you teased, still stroking him through the cloth. “And I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”
You stepped back and slowly undressed until you were completely naked. Satoru’s hands tightened on the duvet, clearly fighting to stay still and be good.
You cupped your breasts in front of him, watching his breathing grow heavier.
“Please,” he finally whispered.
Satoru’s face went painfully red. He looked away for a second, ears burning.
You stepped closer, caught his chin, and turned him back toward you. “Use your words. Or…” Your smile turned playful. “Maybe you should try something else.”
He stared at you, mortified and getting harder by the second.
You raised an eyebrow, still gently rolling the bell between your fingers so it kept chiming.
“…Meow?” he tried, so quietly it was almost inaudible.
You bit your lip to keep from smiling.
“You can touch me, Toru.”
Satoru didn’t hesitate as much this time. His fingers brushed first against the soft skin of your inner thigh. Then he moved higher, and when his fingertips finally found you, already dripping, a soft, pleased sound left his throat.
You exhaled sharply at the contact, hips shifting forward just a little into his touch.
He watched your face carefully as he pressed two fingers against your folds, sliding them slowly through the slickness.
Then he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean without a hint of shame. His tongue dragged slowly between them, thorough and filthy, eyes half-lidded as he tasted you. A low, quiet hum vibrated in his chest while he licked every trace.
Your hand tightened in his hair, fingers curling against the soft strands as you watched him thoroughly clean his fingers like he couldn’t get enough.
“Still hungry, kitty?” you asked, voice low. “Do you want more?”
He nodded quickly, then seemed to remember he was supposed to use his words.
“Please,” he breathed. “Please, I want more… I want to taste you properly.” His voice was rough, almost desperate, the soft white ears still sitting so sweetly on his head while he begged.
You smiled and gave him a gentle push against the chest. He let himself fall back onto the bed without resistance, the bell chiming softly with the movement.
You climbed up his body until your knees framed his head, hovering just above his face. Satoru’s hands slid under your thighs, holding you open, but you didn’t lower yourself yet. His tongue already darted out, stretching desperately toward you, giving short, frantic little licks into the air.
“Please, baby” he breathed against your skin, voice rough and needy. “Let me taste you… fuck— just a little lower baby, please."
You bit down on your lower lip, watching him strain for you.
“So desperate you’re begging for it with your tongue out,” your voice came out rough. “Such a filthy little kitty.”
He only answered with another desperate stretch of his tongue, almost reaching you this time, eyes dark and pleading. His fingers dug into your thighs, trying to pull you closer.
You couldn’t take it anymore. You finally sank down onto his mouth.
The first drag of his tongue made your breath catch. He licked you like he’d been starving for it—long, wet strokes from entrance to clit, then focused suction that made your hips roll. The little bell rang every time he moved his head. You reached down and stroked the ears while he ate you out, murmuring praise between soft moans.
“That’s it… good kitty. Just like that—Fuck—You’re so good with your mouth.”
He whimpered against you and licked deeper, tongue pushing inside before returning to your clit with messy, eager strokes. You rode his face slowly, grinding down against his mouth, but just before the pleasure could tip over, you lifted yourself off his shiny lips. A thin string of saliva and your slick briefly connected his mouth to you before it broke.
Satoru looked up at you with glassy, dazed eyes, chest rising and falling hard. His lips were wet and slightly swollen. He looked wrecked and confused, like he couldn’t understand why you’d stopped.
You moved down his body just enough to kiss him, slow and deep, tasting yourself on his tongue. He made a soft, needy sound into your mouth. When you pulled back, you brushed your thumb over his bottom lip.
He obeyed without question, sitting up and then standing beside the bed.
You crawled forward on your hands and knees until you were near the edge of the mattress, arching your back just enough to present yourself. Then you looked at him over your shoulder.
“I want my pathetic pet to fuck me,” you said, voice sweet “Is that what you are, aren’t you, Toru?”
Satoru’s breath hitched. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you on all fours, looking back at him over your shoulder.
“Fuck… yes,” he whimpered. “I am. I’m a pathetic little pet.”
He pushed his boxers down and positioned himself behind you, one hand gripping your hip while the other guided himself between your legs. The head of his cock dragged through your soaked folds, smearing precum and your own wetness.
“Then fuck me like one,” you said. “Come on, Toru. Fuck your owner like the desperate little pet you are.”
He finally pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. Both of you exhaled at the same time. You clenched around him, the familiar stretch making your breath catch. No matter how many times he’d been inside you, he was still fucking huge.
“Shit—” he whimpered, forehead dropping between your shoulder blades.
You pushed back against him, moaning.
“That’s it. Stuffing your owner so full already.” You clenched around him on purpose and felt him twitch. “Now fuck me properly. Breed me like the pathetic kitty in heat you are.”
Satoru let out a wrecked sound and started moving, hips snapping forward in deep, eager thrusts.
“Harder,” you ordered, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Come on, Satoru… fill me up. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To pump me full until it’s dripping out of me.”
He moaned loudly, nodding against your skin, fucking you harder, the little silver bell chiming constantly with how roughly he was moving.
“That’s my good pet,” you moaned, dropping to your elbows so he could go even deeper. “Look at you… fucking me with your little ears on and your collar ringing. You sound so pretty.”
Satoru’s rhythm faltered for a second. A broken, needy sound left his throat.
“I love you,” he gasped, almost like he couldn’t help saying it. “I love you so much—”
“I love you too, baby,” you answered immediately, pushing back to meet his next thrust.
He kept going, hips snapping forward harder now, the wet sound of skin meeting skin loud in the room. One of his hands slid around your hip and found your clit, rubbing it in fast, perfect circles while he fucked you deep.
Your whole body jolted. A broken, high-pitched sound tore out of your throat as your arms almost gave out.
“F-fuck— Satoru—!” you choked, hips jerking uncontrollably against his fingers.
The pleasure hit too sharp, too fast. You couldn’t hold it. Within seconds you were coming hard, thighs shaking, cunt clenching tight around him in strong, pulsing waves as a messy cry left your mouth.
His thrusts turned desperate. A high, wrecked moan tore out of him as he came hard, burying himself as deep as he could go, cock pulsing inside you.
Satoru stayed buried inside you, chest pressed to your back, pressing soft, trembling kisses along your spine while his hands stroked gently over your hips. He waited until your breathing started to even out before he slowly pulled out.
You clenched once around nothing, then deliberately relaxed, letting him watch as his cum slowly started to drip out of you.
Satoru made a low, stunned sound.
You smiled, still a little breathless, clearly pleased with how well your provocation had worked. Slowly, you turned onto your back. Satoru followed immediately, settling over you, careful not to crush you with his weight.
You reached up, hooked two fingers under the thin plum collar, and pulled him down into a kiss. The little silver bell chimed softly as he leaned in. The kiss was slower this time, full of the leftover intensity from what you’d just done. You arched up into him, then slid your arms around his back, palms stroking slowly over the warm skin there while he melted against you.
When he finally pulled back, his cheeks were still flushed.
“…Did you like it?” he asked quietly, almost shy again now that the heat had settled.
You reached up and gently touched one of the soft white ears, stroking it between your fingers with a small smile.
“I loved it,” you murmured. “I told you you’d look even cuter than usual.” You paused, eyes gleaming with mischief. “We should engrave my number on the little tag next time… and take you out for a walk.”
Satoru’s face went bright red. He let out a flustered little sound and dropped his forehead against yours.
“…You’re mean.” he whispered.
“And you’re still wearing the ears, kitty.”
He pouted, and then, with the dignity of a man who had absolutely none left, he carefully reached up and removed the ears, placing them on the nightstand like they were a dangerous piece of evidence.
But the collar around his neck jingled softly when he moved, and you burst out laughing.
Satoru groaned and pulled the sheets over both of your heads, hiding from your teasing—and apparently from the fact that he had willingly worn the collar in the first place.
SURPRISE!!!!!!! I love him so so much. Not that this is news to anyone by now. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!!
Reblogs are so appreciated! ♡
art credits: 3vangel1ne_ on X
