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Personal Chef to a Catgirl (High School DxD)
🕑 Added 2018-05-11 19:00:01 +0000 UTC Weekly Prompt Poll WinnerThemes: Waffy, Cute Sex, Cat Girl
Word Count: 2,467
Summary: He was never exactly proud of his cooking or anything. But regardless, Issei Hyoudou has always been pretty good at preparing meals. Its one of the main reasons his parents still put up with their pervert of a son. But Issei never could have guessed that he'd actually manage to get a real, live girlfriend from the food he made! That wasn't how it worked, right?!
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He really had no idea how exactly it’d happened. Or, rather, he knew logically the sequence of events that had led him to this point, but he still couldn’t really bring himself to believe that it’d all worked out this way. A surprisingly strong knock on the door, coming from what he knows to be a tiny fist sees Issei Hyoudou looking up from what he’s doing.
“It’s open!”
He doesn’t dare leave the kitchen. Not while he’s cooking, after all. Especially not a fish like this one, a delicate dish that required every ounce of his focus. All the same, at least some of his focus is taken away by the opening and closing of his front door. Soon enough, a familiar head of short white hair appears, beneath it that of a petite young woman that Issei has gotten to know VERY well in recent times.
“Hello.”
Tossing Koneko a smile, Issei nods in her direction, before gesturing towards the counter to his right.
“Koneko! Go ahead and take a seat, there’s a side of rice awaiting you! I’m almost done with dinner, just need a couple more minutes!”
If you’d told Issei that he would one day be using his cooking skills to make a meal for his girlfriend, he would have been absolutely shocked. Maybe it had been silly of him… no, scratch that. Issei knew without a doubt that it had been silly of him, but he’d honestly never made a correlation between his cooking hobby and his lifelong passion of becoming a Harem King.
Women were fantastic. In all shapes and sizes. Cooking though? Cooking was just a skill Issei had learned after his parents died and his first foster parents had been less than stellar when it came to meals. Getting to control the kitchen, getting to control the dishes he was going to inevitably eat… it had made Issei very conscious of just what sort of food he was putting in his body.
He got to choose, after all. Would he have shitty food, or good food? In the end, the choice had seemed as obvious as whether he wanted cute, nice girls for his harem, or mean horribly girls with black souls. Issei wasn’t just going to make a harem with a bunch of evil women! And so, he wouldn’t make himself meals with a bunch of bad ingredients either!
Well, that had somehow turned into… this. It had all started with a simple bento that he’d made himself. Fish and rice and all the rest. Koneko sat next to him in class, as despite her small size, she was actually the same year as him in age. He’d taken his bento from his pack when the lunch bell had rung, and immediately noticed as the silver-haired girl’s nose scrunched up in a deep sniff. She went red when she caught him looking, but before she could call him pervert like she USUALLY did if he paid her the slightest mind, her stomach had betrayed her.
Issei had gone wide eyed at the growl, and without thinking, without any sort of ulterior motive, he’d offered her a part of his lunch. She’d been suspicious of course, but he liked to think she could read his sincerity… or she was just that hungry. Regardless, Koneko hadn’t just ate part of his lunch. She’d ate all of his lunch. Issei had been left destitute, without food… but as she fled the classroom, which by that point had emptied out, she’d stopped at the door, looked back at him, and said the one thing that could sustain him forever.
She’d said, ‘thank you’. And Issei had floated. Seriously, it’d been amazing. He’d never realized that for some girls, the way to their heart was through food! And Koneko was one of those girls! It’d only escalated from there. Issei had started cooking two lunches each day, just so he could have something for himself after Koneko was done with it.
Then, she’d started showing up after school at his house. She’d helped out around the place, tidying up without complaint or anything like that. Issei had been a little flabbergasted, and a LOT mortified by some of the things she’d seen in his room before he could stop her. But she’d never judged. At least, not anymore than she already did. While other girls shunned him completely or beat him up for peeping or just being an all-around deviant, Koneko simply called him a pervert and continued on with her day.
It was what she’d been doing before too, except now ‘her day’ seemed to consist of helping Issei in exchange for… his food? It was an odd relationship they had, but Issei felt confident in saying it WAS a relationship. E-Especially in how things had recently escalated. Blushing up a storm, the young man tears himself away from his nostalgia trip and hurriedly plates the seared fish before it can turn too black. The boiled veggies go right next to it on the extra-large platter. Then, he hurries over to his small dining room table, and sets it down.
“Food’s ready!”
Koneko hops down from where she’s sat at the counter and comes over to check it out. Issei smiles as her nostrils flare and she breathes in the scent of the fish and veggies. She still has a small bowl with just a few grains of rice left in her hands. For a moment, there’s silence. Then she speaks.
“Sit.”
Blinking at that, Issei turns even redder.
“O-Oh, r-right!”
Taking off his apron, Issei sits in the sole chair at the dining table. The small fold out table is pressed up against the wall, with a window directly across from it through which he can see the sun setting even now. Once Issei is seated, he makes sure there’s enough space between him in the table. And then he waits. Koneko takes her time as she climbs into his lap, wiggling about in a way that leaves Issei inches from a nosebleed.
But he’s gotten better. He’s not about to pop a blood vessel in his nose from just a bit of contact with a girl anymore, not even in the crotch reason. Koneko’s practically conditioned him in that way! Of course, that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to ‘pop’ something else. Still, while Koneko’s wiggling does start Issei down the path towards an uncomfortable erection, he tries to focus on the meal at hand.
This is how they eat, every night. Issei doesn’t have more chairs for his small ‘dining table’ and he’s never needed them before. On top of that, Koneko is a bit on the small side anyways. He makes the perfect booster seat. Thus, while she sits in his lap and chows down, Issei cuts the fish and the veggies into manageable bites. Once in a while, he feeds himself one.
Most of the time though, he brings them to Koneko’s lips, telling her that this is the choicest piece of fish, or this is the best cooked veggie. Koneko always solemnly takes his words into account, spending longer to chew those bites, savoring the flavors that Issei has managed to bring to life. It fills him with pride and satisfaction, knowing his cooking is so loved by a pretty girl like Koneko.
… B-But her presence fills him with something else. Specifically, her seated on his lap inevitably fills his cock with blood flow, until he’s painfully erect beneath her lithe, wiggling form. By the time Koneko and he are done with dinner, Issei is flushed and panting with need. It’s around then that Koneko turns to look him in the eye, as solemn and serious as ever.
“… Pervert.”
But there’s no heat to the word anymore. In fact, Issei likes to believe he hears some level of affection in her rather monotone voice. Slowly, Koneko slides off of her perch, namely his crotch, and down onto the floor beneath the table. Here, Issei blushes a lot harder. Because this? This is recent. And Issei thinks it means they’re boyfriend and girlfriend now, but he’s really not sure. Also, he’s afraid to ask.
Regardless, one way or another, once Koneko has had her fill of Issei’s food… she moves onto his dick. Extracting it from his boxers, she slips the tip into her mouth and gently suckles at it, her tongue licking this way and that in an effort to get him off. And boy does she ever succeed. Issei is getting better at holding back, but Koneko… Koneko is like a cat, lapping at a milk dispenser. Issei can’t possibly resist her forever, no matter how hard he tries.
He does try though. Koneko doesn’t eat EVERYTHING he cooks after all, and during this time, Issei gets a few more bites of what remains of his meal, trying to focus on eating rather than the way Koneko’s small mouth feels around his cockhead, or how her dexterous slender fingers feel around his length. It’s all just… it’s a lot more… MORE-ish than it is in his magazines and his pornos. Issei doesn’t know how else to describe it.
It’s like porn never prepared him for what real sex is like! Had it lied to him all this time?! Except… except, he’s not even sure Koneko has prepared him for what ‘real’ sex is like. Something suddenly brushes against one of his sock-clad feet, and Issei shivers a little as he remembers the other tidbit about his new… ‘girlfriend’. Glancing beneath the table, Issei lets out a gasp as he cums on the spot.
The sight of your very own cat girl looking up at you with those cute golden eyes of her as she sucks on your cock would be enough to send any man over the edge! At least, Issei likes to think so.
“A-Ah! Koneko, h-here it comes!”
And just like that, the kitty gets her milk. She sucks down every drop of his seed, and Issei can only groan and throw his head back, draping himself back across the chair bonelessly as she drains him dry. He’s not sure if his cum is really that good, but Koneko seems to think so! She’s been drinking every last bit of it without fail for weeks now, after all!
And that’s not the end of it either… that’s not the end of it by far. Once she’s done drinking his seed, Koneko tucks his cock away… but only for a time. Then, the two of them clean up after dinner, and Koneko helps tidy the house for a little while, before inevitably, they find themselves in Issei’s bedroom. Or more accurately, Koneko corrals Issei to his bedroom.
He’s just… it’s not that he doesn’t want it. He’s just not sure what to think of it. He ends up on his back, with a white-haired cat girl atop him… completely nude. Koneko’s cat ears are adorable, but it’s the tail that she likes to use to great effect, wrapping it around his cock and running the soft fur up and down. Issei isn’t a furry! B-But only a mad man wouldn’t enjoy a tail job from a cat girl, right?! Right!
Regardless, soon Koneko has him hard as a rock again. That’s when she guides him up into her cunt. Issei bites his lip at this, watching as she struggles with him. This is why she doesn’t take him more than a little bit into her mouth. He’s too big, and she’s too small. Except, Koneko is clearly not fully human. Something about her gives her a lot more durability.
So, while her mouth might be too small, her pussy is just a bit more… elastic. Eventually, the cat girl sinks down on his cock and all Issei can do is lay back and let out a shuddering breath as he clings to the bedding beneath him. It feels as good as ever. So very good. So good that he can’t hold back anymore.
“K-Koneko! Your velvet-y insides are clinging to my cock! You’re squeezing down and it just feels amazing! Your cute little cat girl body is a-all mine and I just can’t get enough of it!”
It’s around this point that his hands go to her hips. Koneko gasps as he helps her bounce up and down on his cock a little, and she moans when he then moves his palms to her small chest, rolling her nipples beneath them.
“A-Ah… P-Pervert…”
It’s all she’ll say in response. And Issei does try to hold back, he really does! But he just can’t, not when he’s got a cute sexy cat girl riding him in his bed! Not when he’s just cooked for her, a-and she ate it all up! He’s over the moon right now, needless to say. But then, he’s been over the moon for weeks, ever since their relationship graduated from Koneko eating his cooking to Koneko eating his cooking and then engaging him in sex.
Issei never thought it would happen, but it is. He’s got a cute petite cat girl bouncing up and down on his cock. He’s got his hands on her tits. And she’s not beating him up! She’s not screaming rape or anything like that! He might be a pervert… but he’s her pervert. And she’s… she’s HIS cat girl! Issei isn’t letting Koneko go for anything!
“K-Koneko, I’m getting close again!”
Koneko pauses… and then speeds up the pace. In no time at all, Issei groans as his eyes half roll up in his head and his cum paints the cat girl’s insides white with seed. Panting heavily, Issei collapses back onto his bed, just trying to catch his breath. Koneko, meanwhile, is outwardly unmoved as ever. But he felt her inner walls and the way they clung to him. He felt her squeezing down tightly on him.
He likes to think she enjoys it too, otherwise why would she do it? And afterwards… Koneko slides off of his softening member, and then lays down beside him. A moment later, she’s curled into his side and Issei has his arms wrapped around his cute little cat girl as she purrs into his chest. Yeah… yeah, she likes it. She likes HIM.
Issei falls asleep with a smile on his face. And while Koneko won’t be there in the morning, something he’s well-used to by now, Issei doesn’t mind that one bit. Because she’ll still be at school the next day, and even failing that, he knows she’ll show up for dinner. And he’ll have a freshly cooked meal for her, no matter what.
Because it’s important that a man provide for his woman. Even when his woman is a mysterious cat girl.
Comments
Chris Shade
We need more waffy stories
santhinal
awwwwww thats so nice
Silver W. King
You can just imagine a story where after eating Issei's food for the first time, Koneko went "this one is mine".
EndlessSorcerer
This is absolutely adorable.
