❤︎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀your pretty gf might be a cat trapped in a human body.
•⠀ masterlist 𓋰 💬 18+ 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼 ─── ᛫ fem!nicholas. . fingering, pussy eating, clit stimulation, dirty talk, brief tit play, kissing. 1,615 wc | don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.
you were in the zone.
laundry basket empty, fresh clothes warm from the dryer, the satisfying rhythm of folding pulling you into that rare pocket of domestic peace. your laptop sat closed on the nightstand—a small mercy. you’d told yourself you’d knock this out quick, then maybe answer three emails before nicholas got home from her own schedule.
but she was home. had been for the last forty minutes, moving through the apartment like a shadow with excellent timing.
you didn’t hear her footsteps. you never did when she was hunting.
one second you were smoothing the last crease out of one of her oversized hoodies. the next, a graceful hand swept across the bed and sent the entire neat stack tumbling to the floor in a colorful heap.
you froze.
nicholas stood there in one of your old t-shirts, sleeves pushed up, hair still a little messy from her shower. she blinked at you, slow and deliberate, the picture of innocence. the corner of her mouth twitched.
“…nicholas.”
“mm?” she tilted her head, catlike. “it looked wobbly. i fixed it.”
you stared at the disaster on the floor, then back at her. she was already stepping closer, bare feet silent on the hardwood, that familiar glint in her eyes telling you everything you needed to know.
she had waited.
she always waited.
if you were buried in back-to-back meetings, she was an angel—quiet, tucked against your side with her headphones on, occasionally bringing you water or snacks without being asked. but the second she clocked even the smallest opening in your focus, the second your shoulders dropped from “overwhelmed” to “just tired”? that was when she started playing.
and she was good at it.
you bent to start picking things up. she was faster.
she slipped behind you, arms sliding around your waist, chin hooking over your shoulder like she belonged there. which she did. her body was warm against your back, and she smelled like your body wash and something sweet underneath.
“you’ve been ignoring me since you got home,” she murmured, voice soft and a little whiny in that way she only got when she wanted something. her fingers traced lazy circles over your stomach, right under the hem of your shirt. “i was good all day. i deserve attention now.”
“you knocked over all my hard work.”
“oops.” she didn’t sound sorry at all. one of her hands drifted higher, thumb brushing the underside of your breast in a way that was definitely not accidental. “i’ll help you fold them again. later.”
you turned in her arms, trying to look stern. it was difficult when she was already pressing closer, pupils a little blown, that sly little smile playing on her lips like she knew she’d already won.
“you do this on purpose,” you accused, but there was no heat in it. “you wait until i’m almost done. until you know i’ll give in.”
nicholas hummed, nuzzling into your neck. she butted her head against your jaw once, twice—pure spoiled cat behavior—then pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss just below your ear.
“i know your tells,” she whispered against your skin. “you sigh a certain way when you’re about to force yourself to keep working even though you’re exhausted. your left shoulder gets tighter. and you start chewing the inside of your cheek.” she pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes sparkling with wicked satisfaction.
“so i wait for the sigh. then i act. because if i do it when you’re actually in the middle of something important, you get stressed. but if i do it right after… you feel guilty for being annoyed. and then you give me what i want.”
she said it so matter-of-factly. like she was explaining a chess strategy.
you let out a disbelieving laugh, even as your hands found her waist and pulled her in. “you’re actually insane.”
“i’m strategic,” she corrected, already walking you backward toward the bed. the laundry stayed on the floor. your laptop stayed closed. “and you love it.”
she pushed you down onto the mattress and crawled over you in one fluid motion, knees bracketing your hips. the oversized shirt she wore rode up her thighs. she braced her hands on either side of your head and looked down at you like you were her favorite toy and her favorite person all at once.
“i missed you,” she said, quieter now. the clingy part surfacing for real. “you’ve been so busy. i hate when you’re busy.”
her forehead dropped to yours. she stayed there for a second, just breathing you in, before she started pressing soft little kisses everywhere she could reach—your cheeks, your nose, the corner of your mouth.
“you can work later,” she decided, voice muffled against your skin. “right now you’re mine.”
she didn’t stop.
her mouth kept moving lower, slow and deliberate, like she had all the time in the world now that she’d trapped you exactly where she wanted you. she pushed your shirt higher until it bunched under your arms, then dragged her tongue in a lazy stripe between your breasts before closing her lips around one nipple. she sucked hard enough to make your back arch, then soothed it with soft kitten licks, eyes flicking up to watch your face the whole time.
“fuck—nicho—”
“mmm.” the sound vibrated against your skin. she switched to the other side, biting down just enough to sting before sucking again. one of her hands slid down your stomach, nails scratching lightly, until her fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts. she didn’t pull them off yet. she just slipped her hand inside, cupping you over your panties, feeling how warm and already damp you were for her.
she pulled back just enough to smirk, lips shiny. “mmh—already wet? i’ve barely done anything.” her fingers pressed firmer, rubbing slow circles over your clit through the thin fabric. “you really do love when i’m like this, huh? when i make you pay attention to me.”
you tried to answer but it came out as a broken moan when she pushed the fabric aside and finally touched you properly—two fingers sliding through your wet folds, gathering slick before circling your clit with just the right pressure.
she knew your body as well as she knew your tells. knew exactly how you liked it.
she shifted her weight, grinding down against your thigh at the same time she pushed two fingers inside you. the stretch made you gasp. nicholas let out a shaky little sound of her own, forehead dropping to your shoulder as she started fucking you slow and deep.
“god, you feel so good,” she breathed, voice going all soft and clingy again even while her fingers curled just right. “missed this. missed you. you’re always so busy… i hate it. hate when i can’t have you like this.”
her thumb found your clit again, rubbing in tight circles while she kept pumping her fingers. she was still fully dressed in your shirt, but you could feel how hot she was, how she kept rocking her hips like she couldn’t help chasing friction against your leg.
you reached for her, sliding your hands under the shirt to grab her ass, pulling her harder against you. she made a pleased little noise and nipped at your neck.
“mmmh—greedyy,” she teased, but she sounded breathless. “you were trying to be responsible five minutes ago. now look at you.”
she pulled her fingers out suddenly, ignoring your whine, and brought them to her mouth. she licked them clean while staring down at you, eyes dark. then she sat up on her knees, tugged your shorts and panties all the way off in one impatient motion, and shoved your thighs apart.
she looked at your pussy like it was her favorite thing in the world.
“mine,” she said simply, then dropped down and licked a broad stripe up your center.
your hand flew to her hair on instinct. nicholas moaned into you like she’d been starving for it, tongue working your clit in firm, deliberate strokes before she sucked it into her mouth. one hand pinned your hip down while the other went back to fingering you, two fingers curling hard against that spot that made your vision blur.
she was messy with it. spit and slick everywhere. every time you moaned her name she got more enthusiastic, like she was rewarding you for finally giving her what she wanted. her free hand kept roaming—squeezing your breast, scratching lightly down your stomach, gripping your thigh hard enough to leave marks.
you were close embarrassingly fast. she could tell. she always could.
she pulled off just long enough to pant against your soaked pussy, “come for me. i want it. been waiting all day for this—” then sealed her mouth over your clit again and sucked.
you came with a broken cry, thighs shaking around her head. nicholas didn’t stop. she worked you through it, fingers still pumping, tongue gentler now but still licking, drawing it out until you were twitching and pushing weakly at her shoulder.
only then did she crawl back up your body, wiping her shiny mouth with the back of her hand before kissing you deep and filthy. you could taste yourself on her tongue.
she was still grinding against your thigh, needy little rolls of her hips. when she pulled back, her eyes were glassy, cheeks flushed.
“your turn to touch me,” she whispered, voice hoarse. she grabbed your hand and guided it between her legs. she wasn’t wearing anything under the shirt and god, was she soaked. “please. i was good. i waited. i deserve it.” © 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗲 2026ㅤ ❤︎ㅤ 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 & 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗿 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱!
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