Neko kyoya x male reader

Crossdressing?!

Hey guys, happy Kinktober~~ I can't believe 20GAYteen is almost over! *cries in Tamaki's emo corner*

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I walk out of my room blushing and pulling down on the short skirt of the outfit Kyoya ordered me to wear. How did I get into this mess again? I ask myself.

"Are you going to keep me waiting, my love~?" Kyoya calls seductively from the living room.

I lick my lips as I remember how I was so easily convinced. Darn Kyoya and his persuasive powers.

"I'm c-coming, darling!" I yell nervously as I turn the corner while straightening (lol) the sparkly choker that's on my neck.

Kyoya looks me up and down while smirking, and I think it has something to do with my comment as I walked in, but there's no way to twist that comment, right??

His ears are up and at attention facing me, his tail swooshing back and forth mischievously, hitting the couch hard.

"Did I put it on correctly? Do I look okay?" I try to hide my eyes under the bangs of the long wig, but Kyoya tsks and reaches for my arm and pulls me a step closer to him.

"Why are you acting so bashful? We do kinky things all the time, and this isn't your first time cosplaying or cross dressing." Kyoya chuckles, his ears twitching as he waits for a response.

I fidget with the hem of the skirt and reply with an almost seductive whimper, "but the skirt..." I look down for emphasis and to avoid his heated gaze, "it's so short! If we make out while I'm in this... you might see..."

Kyoya hums in amusement while rubbing my arm soothingly. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to. You can change out of the outfit, I won't be upset." He pulls my hand up to his face and rubs it like a cat, showing his love and understanding.

"Well I guess if you promise not to go too far, and try not to look, then I'll be fine with an Uber short skirt just this once." I look into his eyes and smile timidly.

"Okay, y/n, but make sure you let me know if I'm pushing you too much." He purrs in my ear as he pulls me into his lap, straddling him.

I nod and kiss his forehead in acknowledgment.

"And to answer your question,  y/n," he pauses and licks my ear, breathing heavily and sending a shiver up my spine, "you look absolutely stunning~" he runs his hands up and down my back slowly, "I could eat you right up."

I let out a needy whimper and wrap my arms around his neck as he licks the section of my chest that is left exposed by this skimpy top he has me wearing. His hot breath provides a wonderful sensation as it hits the trails of saliva he's left on me.

"Kyoya~" I moan and bite my lip.

"Yes, y/n?" He teases my earlobe with his teeth, sneaking his hands up under the top.

"I~ love~ you~!" I kiss him passionately on the mouth before he can respond, hardly giving him enough time to breathe. I don't need to hear his response to know what his answer would be.

We kiss again and again and before either of us realize it, neither of us are wearing shirts and my wig is gone. Kyoya runs his fingers through my hair while I paw at his chest muscles and torso.

"Like what you see?" He asks saucily as I nod vigorously. "Yeah? Me too. This skirt really highlights your thighs." Trailing fingers slowly around my lower thigh he looks me in the eye, "It makes me want to li~ck and b~i~t~e them gent~ly."

I start panting at the thought but cover my eyes and face, shaking my head. "I'm not ready for that yet."

He kisses my forehead affectionately and rubs his face against the crook of my neck. "Okay, my precious. Would you like to lay down and cuddle while we wait for our hormones to calm down and our minds to clear?"

I nod appreciatively.