➜ IN WHICH... You and Timothy have been getting cozy, and you plan to surprise him.
ᵎ!ᵎ CW: AFAB Reader, Lingerie, Munch!Timothy, Oral, Slight Mirror-play, Possible occ, Not proofread!
Timothy and you had been getting… cozy lately.
Everyone knew it, everyone saw it. The way you two cuddled up together, watching tv and playing with eachother’s hair. The way you’d twirling your fingers around his soft tail. How your hands always seemed to be touching in some way.
What they didn’t see, however, is how you dress for him.
The lingerie hugged you tight, holding your curves so comfortably, it felt like Timothy was cradling your gorgeous breasts.
The cloth did nothing to cover up your most sensitive spots, and you’re banking on Timothy taking advantage of that.
The mirror shone against the moonlight that peaked through the window, reflecting your confidence and making you glow bright than ever. You looked perfect.
You saw the door creak open before you heard it, watching Timothy’s yellow eyes flick from the floor, to your face, then to your body.
His pupils dilated, eyes widening and his ears slowly going flat against his black hair.
You watched as his face went through a range of emotions, as if he didn’t know haw to react.
First his tail stopped swishing behind him, disturbing the air behind him with an emotion he struggled to comprehend.
Then, with his eyebrows raised and a smirk twitching at his lip, he looked happy.
Finally, his teeth bared. Canines sharp and glinting beneath the window’s moon. His nose scrunched as his pupils turned to slit.
“Oh, oh sweet thing.” Timothy purred, grin stretching across his face. His true cat-like personality was exposed from beneath those bow ties and time watches. His fingers twitching at his side.
He took a few steps closer, long strides making it easy to push you against the mirror. The coldness of the reflective glass made shivers run down your back.
You felt Timothy’s usually smooth tail wrap around your ankle, but this time it was puffed like he was scared, better yet, out of control.
“Mmph!” You pushed air agony you closed lips as your catboy bit into your back, claws unsheathing and hooking in the frail floral cloth of your lingerie.
“You can take it.” He growled into your throat, clawed hand moving up to grab at your soft ass.
You felt his every movement, the way he subtly grinded on you, how his sharp nails scrap against your sweaty skin, and especially how his fingers grazed down between your legs.
“Wore this for me? Ah, pretty girl.”
Two finger pads pressed down on the lingerie that cupped your pussy, pressure being put on your perky clit made you yelp, grabbing at his black hair.
He responded with a low hiss, but he did nothing about it. Timothy was way too focused on your sexy attire.
His ears flattened once more, tips rubbing on the skin of your fingers. Your thumbs wrapped around to glide against the silky fur of his cat ears.
Timothy’s fingers prodded at your cunt, rubbing into through cloth before eventually pulling it to the side.
Before you could even register what was happening, Timothy was brought to his knees with a thud to the floor, looking up at your sweetness through long lashes.
You backed up against the now fogged mirror. It creaked with your weight but you were much too focused on the dangerously handsome look your catboy had on.
You watched as his mouth drool, saliva seeping from his lips before he could stop it. Then, he attacked.
Without warning he latched onto your clit, sucking feverishly as he thumb came to poke at your needy hole.
“Timothy— ah!” You cried in pleasure, your other hand coming to join in the jungle of his raven colored hair.
He groaned, sending waves of vibrations through your whole body. Your hips grinded against his face and further burying his nose into you.
“Pretty— so, so pretty.” Timothy whined, throat closing as he guided your hips onto his face.
His brows furrowed in focus as his fingers got risky. Two came up and began to shimmy their way into your sopping cunt, making your eyes widen and your iris’ roll back.
With a flick of his claws your lingerie was torn apart, too bad. It was expensive.
You didn’t seem to mind though, too focused on the way your catboy prodded at that spongey spot inside of you.
His eyes were closed, savoring your taste in his fanged mouth like the is was his last meal. With the way you’re dressed, you might as well kill him.
Timothy’s mouth pops off your clit before kissing it and making his way further down. His pink tongue took place of his fingers and began to tongue fuck you.
“Timothy— fuck, fuck!” You cry, head knocking into the fogged glass behind you.
His hand pawed up your body and onto your tits, messaging them with tenderness that battled his ravenous movements on your lower body.
He rolled the nipple into the palm of his hand, the crease pinch at it. You muffled a whine and rolled your eyes to look at him.
Gorgeous, he looked gorgeous.
Eventually your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, hitting you and knocking you down to his height. Knees buckled and your noses touched.
His face was wet, utterly drenched in your sweet juices, just how he liked it.
His rough tongue licked at your lips, slipping past to graze your own muscle, before bracing himself and standing up.
Timothy’s bulge, thick and heavy in your face, tickled your cheek. You felt yourself salivating.
“You’re turn, sweet thing. Be good for me and open your mouth.”
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