Purr for Me, Kitty Cat/Joick/NC-17
Title: Purr for Me, Kitty Cat
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Incest, slash
Summary: Nick doesn't do kinky.
Disclaimer: I don't own kitty!Nick or any of his fierce feline brothers D:
A/N: 'Cause I really wanted a kitty!Nick fic and really wanted to write something. & I bet you guys would really want me to actually proofread my fics for once -_- sorry, any mistakes are myyy fault.
Joe had a little secret kink. A fantasy he’d had for a way long time and that he’d always wanted to become real. Recently, Nick lost a bet to him and this was probably the best thing to happen to him.
See, what happened was Joe and Nick had a made a bet on if … well, Joe doesn’t remember but what he does remember is that since Nick lost, he has to do whatever Joe wants him to do, in bed.
So that means if Joe had wanted to Nick to cross dress, he would. If Joe wanted Nick to be tied up to the bedposts and let Joe get all sadistic on him, he would. But Joe was not interested in any of those things. He wanted one thing and one thing only.
He wanted Nick to act like a cat. Now, before you scrunch up your nose at the thought- or, if you’re like Joe, please, the time will come when Nick is all ‘Meow, fuck me’ soon enough, my dear.
But, anyway, Nick didn’t know that he’d be doing this. Joe wouldn’t tell him until later tonight, when they’d be home alone and able to actually do something. Kevin knew about them and actually made fun of them a lot.
So now Joe was saying ‘Bye’ to his family as Nick stood but behind him in the hallway watching, somewhat amused. Once they left, Joe closed the door, watched them leave from the window and then turned to Nick, smiling mischievously.
Nick stood up straight and raised an eyebrow at his brother, “What?”
“Just… picturing how tonight’s going to turn out.” Joe said and then walked up to his room without another word, hoping Nick would follow him.
Of course, Nick did follow him and when he stepped into Joe’s room he just kinda stood there, waiting to be told what to do. He was just like, expecting Joe to go all “manly” on him and say that he had to bottom- that was no different, he always did- but they had to be all D/s. He just hoped it wasn’t anything kinky, Nick didn’t do kinky.
But he knew he wasn’t fooling anyone, Joe was like, kinky’s best friend. So he was disappointed, but not surprised when Joe handed him ... objects. But it wasn’t until what he saw what they were, that he freaked out a little.
“…Joe?” He questioned, holding up the cat ears and looking between that and then the … tail. Merely the though made him cringe.
Joe just stood there and smiled at Nick, gesturing that he get undressed. Nick did not want to do this. This was like, the last thing he wanted to do. He glared at Joe for a moment, pouting before he stomped off to the bathroom.
“Don’t pout, a bird’s gonna poop on your lip,” Joe said to Nick while he started to take his clothes off, all he got in response was the bathroom door slamming shut. Joe chuckled quietly to himself and sat on his bed when he was done.
A few moments later Nick opened the door and, still pouting, walked out. He was completely naked except for the skinny thing of elastic going around his waist with a black tail attached, his ears, and then whiskers and pink nose painted on, just what Joe wanted. Nick was glaring at Joe and pouting but it was hard to take him seriously when he looked like a cat.
Joe stood up, smiling at the sight before him and his dick was like, already hard, “Aw, you’re cute.”
“I hate you.” Nick said, just staring at Joe from his spot by the bathroom.
Joe just grinned and took Nick’s hand, tugging him over to bed where he sat down and pulled him down onto his lap where he wrapped a hand around the back of Nick’s neck and pulled him down to kiss him.
The younger brother responded quite enthusiastically despite his current mood about this whole situation. Joe tilted his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding out to where it slid along Nick’s bottom lip, who opened his mouth in response.
The kiss only grew more heated as the seconds passed by. When Joe pulled away and went to suck and kiss Nick’s neck, Nick was panting a little and his fingers were tangled in Joe’s hair.
Nick’s quiet moans and whimpers went straight to Joe’s dick and he moved further down Nick’s chest, sucking harder. Nick’s hips started to subconsciously move forward against Joe’s stomach, gently thrusting up against Joe, which cause both of the brothers to moan and whine.
Joe took Nick by his waist and moved him so that he was on the bed and Joe turned so he was hovering over him, looking down at him and admiring just how… fuckable he was right now.
“God, you’re so fucking hot. I swear, Nick,” Joe said quietly as he studied Nick, the way he was squirming a little under Joe’s intense gaze and the ears and the whiskers and just- Joe needed to fuck him like, right now.
The room was almost silent, except for the quiet noises emitted from Nick as he licked his lips and practically purred as Joe touched him and kissed him and drove to the edges of his sanity.
Joe could hardly stand it anymore; Nick looked like something out of a porno with his hair a mess, the cat get up and his face was flushed and he just couldn’t stay still with his back arching and his legs bending and his heels digging into the bed and his hands grabbing for Joe’s hair, shoulders, and ever his ear, just anything to hold on to.
“Hands and knees,” Joe said as he moved to get the lube from under his bed. Once he got it, he got onto his knees and moved so he was behind Nick.
Nick looked back at Joe over his shoulder; his eyes were dark for some reason looked paler than usual. Joe ran his hands along Nick’s back and his thighs. Joe moved the tail out of the way and then coated himself, knowing Nick wouldn’t need any preparation.
As Joe moved his hips forward so the tip of his dick was pressed against Nick’s hole, he leaned over Nick’s back and spoke quietly.
“I’m gonna fuck you soo good, Nicky. Like, you won’t even remember your name, you won’t be able to think straight and you’ll just be begging for more cause it’ll be that good.
“Can you imagine it, Nick? Can you imagine your big brothers cock thrusting into you and making you feel better than you could ever remember feeling? I bet you can, you’re such a little cockwhore.”
Without another word, Joe suddenly shoved in, causing Nick to cry out, arching back and his hands gripping the sheets beneath him. Joe didn’t waste any time with fucking Nick just as well as he said he would.
Within moments Nick was a mess. He had been reduced to a moaning, shaking pile of … cat boy. “Shit! Oh my God Joe.”
“Ooh, yeah, I told you so. You’re so fucking good, Nick.”
Neither of the brothers could control themselves. Nick was pushing back against Joe and every single time he hit his prostate, causing Nick to moan and clutch the sheets tighter.
Joe’s short nails were digging into Nick’s pale hips and his head hung forward, his breath coming out in short pants and he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer.
Their moans and groans and whines and whimpers all melded together and were sending each other over the edge. Joe pushed in one last time before he came into Nick, who also climaxed at the same time.
The two rode out their orgasms and Joe pulled out, leaning his weight on his arms. Nick, who had flopped down onto his stomach, rolled onto his back. He pulled the ears and tail off and tossed them onto the floor.
“Oh my God. That was … uhhm, good.” Nick said quietly as Joe crawled over to Nick and laid down next to him.
Joe laughed breathlessly and slung an arm over Nick’s waist, “And you don’t even like things like that.”
“I’m not so sure anymore… after that, well, we may need to try new things,” Nick suggested, curled against Joe.
“That can be arranged,” Joe replied.
“I still hate you, though.”
“Why?”
“’Cause you made me wear that stupid shit,” Nick said, peeking up at Joe from his spot.
“That stupid shit just got you some really good sex so shutup.”
Nick just laughed and went to sleep, all sorts of ideas for what they could do going through his mind. If he had anything to do with it, this was definitely going to happen again, except Joe was going to be doing what he said.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Incest, slash
Summary: Nick doesn't do kinky.
Disclaimer: I don't own kitty!Nick or any of his fierce feline brothers D:
A/N: 'Cause I really wanted a kitty!Nick fic and really wanted to write something. & I bet you guys would really want me to actually proofread my fics for once -_- sorry, any mistakes are myyy fault.
Joe had a little secret kink. A fantasy he’d had for a way long time and that he’d always wanted to become real. Recently, Nick lost a bet to him and this was probably the best thing to happen to him.
See, what happened was Joe and Nick had a made a bet on if … well, Joe doesn’t remember but what he does remember is that since Nick lost, he has to do whatever Joe wants him to do, in bed.
So that means if Joe had wanted to Nick to cross dress, he would. If Joe wanted Nick to be tied up to the bedposts and let Joe get all sadistic on him, he would. But Joe was not interested in any of those things. He wanted one thing and one thing only.
He wanted Nick to act like a cat. Now, before you scrunch up your nose at the thought- or, if you’re like Joe, please, the time will come when Nick is all ‘Meow, fuck me’ soon enough, my dear.
But, anyway, Nick didn’t know that he’d be doing this. Joe wouldn’t tell him until later tonight, when they’d be home alone and able to actually do something. Kevin knew about them and actually made fun of them a lot.
So now Joe was saying ‘Bye’ to his family as Nick stood but behind him in the hallway watching, somewhat amused. Once they left, Joe closed the door, watched them leave from the window and then turned to Nick, smiling mischievously.
Nick stood up straight and raised an eyebrow at his brother, “What?”
“Just… picturing how tonight’s going to turn out.” Joe said and then walked up to his room without another word, hoping Nick would follow him.
Of course, Nick did follow him and when he stepped into Joe’s room he just kinda stood there, waiting to be told what to do. He was just like, expecting Joe to go all “manly” on him and say that he had to bottom- that was no different, he always did- but they had to be all D/s. He just hoped it wasn’t anything kinky, Nick didn’t do kinky.
But he knew he wasn’t fooling anyone, Joe was like, kinky’s best friend. So he was disappointed, but not surprised when Joe handed him ... objects. But it wasn’t until what he saw what they were, that he freaked out a little.
“…Joe?” He questioned, holding up the cat ears and looking between that and then the … tail. Merely the though made him cringe.
Joe just stood there and smiled at Nick, gesturing that he get undressed. Nick did not want to do this. This was like, the last thing he wanted to do. He glared at Joe for a moment, pouting before he stomped off to the bathroom.
“Don’t pout, a bird’s gonna poop on your lip,” Joe said to Nick while he started to take his clothes off, all he got in response was the bathroom door slamming shut. Joe chuckled quietly to himself and sat on his bed when he was done.
A few moments later Nick opened the door and, still pouting, walked out. He was completely naked except for the skinny thing of elastic going around his waist with a black tail attached, his ears, and then whiskers and pink nose painted on, just what Joe wanted. Nick was glaring at Joe and pouting but it was hard to take him seriously when he looked like a cat.
Joe stood up, smiling at the sight before him and his dick was like, already hard, “Aw, you’re cute.”
“I hate you.” Nick said, just staring at Joe from his spot by the bathroom.
Joe just grinned and took Nick’s hand, tugging him over to bed where he sat down and pulled him down onto his lap where he wrapped a hand around the back of Nick’s neck and pulled him down to kiss him.
The younger brother responded quite enthusiastically despite his current mood about this whole situation. Joe tilted his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding out to where it slid along Nick’s bottom lip, who opened his mouth in response.
The kiss only grew more heated as the seconds passed by. When Joe pulled away and went to suck and kiss Nick’s neck, Nick was panting a little and his fingers were tangled in Joe’s hair.
Nick’s quiet moans and whimpers went straight to Joe’s dick and he moved further down Nick’s chest, sucking harder. Nick’s hips started to subconsciously move forward against Joe’s stomach, gently thrusting up against Joe, which cause both of the brothers to moan and whine.
Joe took Nick by his waist and moved him so that he was on the bed and Joe turned so he was hovering over him, looking down at him and admiring just how… fuckable he was right now.
“God, you’re so fucking hot. I swear, Nick,” Joe said quietly as he studied Nick, the way he was squirming a little under Joe’s intense gaze and the ears and the whiskers and just- Joe needed to fuck him like, right now.
The room was almost silent, except for the quiet noises emitted from Nick as he licked his lips and practically purred as Joe touched him and kissed him and drove to the edges of his sanity.
Joe could hardly stand it anymore; Nick looked like something out of a porno with his hair a mess, the cat get up and his face was flushed and he just couldn’t stay still with his back arching and his legs bending and his heels digging into the bed and his hands grabbing for Joe’s hair, shoulders, and ever his ear, just anything to hold on to.
“Hands and knees,” Joe said as he moved to get the lube from under his bed. Once he got it, he got onto his knees and moved so he was behind Nick.
Nick looked back at Joe over his shoulder; his eyes were dark for some reason looked paler than usual. Joe ran his hands along Nick’s back and his thighs. Joe moved the tail out of the way and then coated himself, knowing Nick wouldn’t need any preparation.
As Joe moved his hips forward so the tip of his dick was pressed against Nick’s hole, he leaned over Nick’s back and spoke quietly.
“I’m gonna fuck you soo good, Nicky. Like, you won’t even remember your name, you won’t be able to think straight and you’ll just be begging for more cause it’ll be that good.
“Can you imagine it, Nick? Can you imagine your big brothers cock thrusting into you and making you feel better than you could ever remember feeling? I bet you can, you’re such a little cockwhore.”
Without another word, Joe suddenly shoved in, causing Nick to cry out, arching back and his hands gripping the sheets beneath him. Joe didn’t waste any time with fucking Nick just as well as he said he would.
Within moments Nick was a mess. He had been reduced to a moaning, shaking pile of … cat boy. “Shit! Oh my God Joe.”
“Ooh, yeah, I told you so. You’re so fucking good, Nick.”
Neither of the brothers could control themselves. Nick was pushing back against Joe and every single time he hit his prostate, causing Nick to moan and clutch the sheets tighter.
Joe’s short nails were digging into Nick’s pale hips and his head hung forward, his breath coming out in short pants and he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer.
Their moans and groans and whines and whimpers all melded together and were sending each other over the edge. Joe pushed in one last time before he came into Nick, who also climaxed at the same time.
The two rode out their orgasms and Joe pulled out, leaning his weight on his arms. Nick, who had flopped down onto his stomach, rolled onto his back. He pulled the ears and tail off and tossed them onto the floor.
“Oh my God. That was … uhhm, good.” Nick said quietly as Joe crawled over to Nick and laid down next to him.
Joe laughed breathlessly and slung an arm over Nick’s waist, “And you don’t even like things like that.”
“I’m not so sure anymore… after that, well, we may need to try new things,” Nick suggested, curled against Joe.
“That can be arranged,” Joe replied.
“I still hate you, though.”
“Why?”
“’Cause you made me wear that stupid shit,” Nick said, peeking up at Joe from his spot.
“That stupid shit just got you some really good sex so shutup.”
Nick just laughed and went to sleep, all sorts of ideas for what they could do going through his mind. If he had anything to do with it, this was definitely going to happen again, except Joe was going to be doing what he said.