Alternate Universe featuring your favourite werecats!
For @Kitay_Brady
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"N'JADAKA! T'CHALLA!"
Both black cats look up from their spots by the window and see your angry figure. You glare at them.
"Human form! NOW!"
T'Challa quickly changes while N'Jadaka doesn't. You growl before snatching N'Jadaka by the scruff of his neck.
"Now N'Jadaka . Or I will dump you in the toilet!"
Oh yeah: you're pissed.
N'Jadaka quickly changes and your holding him by his neck in his human form.
"Not the toilet."
"How could you? How could both of you do that!"
They're confused until you show them the messages and instantly T'Challa feels bad, ears dropping and his tail curling around his leg. N'Jadaka huffs And crosses his arms.
"I didn't like him," N'Jadaka mumbles.
"I did! He wasn't dating you two! He was dating me!"
"You can do better than him Master!" N'Jadaka snaps.
T'Challa wishes he would shut up because the look in your eyes is damn near murderous.
"Both Of you to your rooms now. NOW!"
T'Challa yanks N'Jadaka after him. A slam echos as you enter your own room and T'Challa whimpers.
"Do you think Master is going to give us back?"
"If he did we'd have each other but I doubt it."
"But he really liked Steve! What if this is the last straw?"
N'Jadaka is quiet.
This isn't the first time they chased a boyfriend away but you were getting pretty serious with Steve. The soldier adored you and you adored him.
T'Challa lays in bed curled up. N'Jadaka sighs as he lays down as well.
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You feel a body pressed against your back and you turn to see T'Challa. The quiet one of the two, he's a shy werecat. You pull him close and he purrs as he rubs his ears against your jaw. You chuckle.
"I'm sorry Master."
You sigh.
"It's fine T'Challa."
T'Challa looks at you before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You pull back before looking at T'Challa's eyes. You curse.
A special thing about werecats is that they all go through something called a heat—regardless of sex. Male werecats are just increasingly horny and they can't get pregnant.
"Your heat. No wonder you were so emotional when I yelled at you."
"Master...no...no help."
"What? Your heats are unbearable without some help."
"I was bad...no help..."
You roll your eyes. That's one thing you hate about T'Challa. When he gets in trouble he takes it out on himself. You push him down to the bed and pull his boxers off. He whines in protest.
The honey scent that is just T'Challa hits your nose and you lick your lips.
"You want to make me happy?"
"Yes Master!"
T'Challa's eyes shine bright.
"Let me help with your heat. It would make me very happy."
"O-Okay Master."
"On your stomach."
T'Challa obeys and you gently move his tail out the way before burying your face between his cheeks. He claws the bed as you lap at his slick producing hole.
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N'Jadaka hears T'Challa's soft cries and he knows you're fucking him. He pouts. He peeks into the room and stares in shock.
T'Challa is on his knees, one of your strong arms around his waist, the other holding his neck as you thrust into him. N'Jadaka watches as you fuck T'Challa who cums with no help as you press him to the bed and keep thrusting. You are kissing T'Challa like he's the only man left in the world.
"Such a good kitten."
T'Challa mewls at the praise as you curse before filling him. T'Challa gives a pleased purr as you do and then whines as you pull out.
"Want a plug to keep it in?"
"Please?"
You push a glass plug in before stroking his tail.
T'Challa moves so he's laying between your legs, head on your chest. You rub his side as his tail flicks lazily, Happy purrs leaving him as you hold him.
"Go back to bed N'Jadaka."
He looks at you and nods before running off. He lays in bed, pouting.
He wants to be like T'Challa: happily sleeping in your arms.
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"N'Jadaka."
He looks up at seeing you in sweats and standing in his room.
"Master..."
"Come here."
He slides out of bed and stands before you.
"You understand why I'm upset?"
"Yes Master."
"I know you aren't sorry—"
"I am! I really am Master. I'm sorry."
You look at N'Jadaka. He's loud and arrogant at times but you love him all the same. He hugs you.
"Master..."
"Shit...not your heat too."
N'Jadaka feels the subtle change and you pick him up.
"I'm going to be exhausted by the end of this week," you mumble.
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N'Jadaka is bouncing in your lap, tail wrapped around your leg and his hands on your chest. You hold his waist as he rides you.
"Come here," you growl as you pull him down, wrapping your arms around him and pounding into his slick hole.
He mewls as you roughly fuck him.
"Master! Please!"
"You're going to be good?"
"Yes! Yes!"
You grab his neck and squeeze. He mewls.
"Promise?"
"Promise! Master please!"
You cum in him and he cums before blacking out. You chuckle as you clean up. You scoop him up, carrying him to your room. You lay him next to T'Challa who's still sleeping.
Your two werecats finish the intense part of their heat and you are exhausted. You're sleeping as the two werecats look at you.
"Do you think..."
"He's not dead T'Challa."
"I wasn't going to ask that!"
"Boys...kittens..."
They are immediately on you, cuddling with you and you chuckle as they nuzzle your face.
"Go to sleep or stay quiet and let me sleep."
T'Challa shifts to his cat form and lays on the pillow next to you. N'Jadaka, being his usual asshole self (which you love) shifts to his car form and settles on your back.
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N'Jadaka grumbles as he shifts and answers the door. Steve is standing there.
"What do you want?"
"N'Jadaka!"
He hisses as T'Challa yanks his tail and he smiles at Steve.
"Master is sleeping but come in."
Steve smiles and enters.
N'Jadaka grumbles before T'Challa hits his arm.
"Go wake Master."
"Fine."
N'Jadaka's wake up is him giving you a blowjob. You curse as you wake up to see your cat sucking on you like you're his favourite treat.
"N'Jadaka!"
He pulls off.
"Steve is here."
He deepthroats you and you curse. He slurps, licks, and gags himself. You cum and he swallows it all before licking you clean. You pull your pants on before kissing your mischievous werecat.
"Hey Steve."
"Hey. T'Challa is nice."
"Yeah. He's a sweetheart. N'Jadaka is an asshole."
"Well you fucked—"
You cover his mouth and Steve laughs.
"He reminds me of Tony."
"He's worse."
Steve laughs.
"I heard Loki is the worse. I don't know how Thor does it."
You sit next to Steve as you two talk. The two werecats settle between you two, enjoying both of you.
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Several Weeks Later
You move in with Steve and sometimes you wonder why you did that. You and Steve are laying in bed.
"How in the world..."
"No idea."
The three werecats (Tony, T'Challa, and N'Jadaka) heats all fell in the same week and each of them wanted to be fuck by both of you.
Said werecats are also sleeping peacefully between you and Steve. You yawn before kissing his hand.
"Good Night Steve."
"Good Night Davu."