"God you are annoying" Garfield growled like a cat, his claws digging into your collarbone.
He leans close to your ear, his breath tickling your ear, before he sticks out his sand paper tongue and licks your ear. You shiver at the touch, your lips parting and you deliberately breathe out a moan.
"Mraw" He shifts his body from your shoulders, and jumps to your lap, his paws kneading into your thick thighs. You groan at the sudden movement, and you tilt your head backwards. Garfield notices, and he smirks.
"You like that don't you?" He asks in a playful tone.
You begin to ponder how an orange tabby cat, with the slight obsession of lasagna, and possibly you, got you so damn aroused.
You look down at the cat, and you catch a glimpse of him sneaking a glance at your tits. You blush and look away, swatting his paw as he slowly reaches to touch the lump of fat sat on your chest.
"Don't touch me without my consent, Garfie!" You scold.
Garfield's big green eyes look deeply into your coloured eyes, before looking away.
"Sorry" He apologises, but the apology had a tint of unforgiveness to it. It somehow turns you on.
He places his head on your stomach, hearing a faint growl to signify you're hungry. But he thinks otherwise.
"You must be hungry for me, Y/N" he grunts. The look on your face, all scrunched up because the idea of fucking a cat is pretty messed up, yet you want to experience something spiky for once.
He jumps off your lap, and onto the side of the couch where you sit. He nudges at your shirt, insisting that you strip.
You take off you shirt, and throw it on Garfield. You laugh as he struggles to breathe, because the cloth is trapping his breathing space. Suddenly, you realize he could actually be dying, but the thought of fucking a dead cat incites you.
But you are not a sadist, though it'd be funny if your name was Sadie. You take off your shirt from Garfield's body who appears to be very still.
But he ends up breathing anyway, and that dissapoints you somehow.
"God baby I didn't know you were into choking hazardly" He says, his tone is playful and laced with lust.
You chuckle, and pull off the rest of your outfit, which is just your pants and your seemingly see-through underwear with the imprint of the Italian flag on it. Garfield stares at you longingly.
He admires your body, his eyes following the outline of your curved physique. You shudder under his stare, and turn your body away from his eyes. He huffs in desperation, and walks towards you on his hind legs.
You appreciate the effort into walking to you like that - it seems today he doesn't want to walk on all fours, but someone needs to do it anyway, so you take up the offer and get on your knees and palms.
Garfield pulls out a cat headband and a buttplug with a tail hanging off the button. He motions for you to wear it. You hesitate for a second, before snatching it from his paws, and hurriedly put it on.
The cat ears were easy to wear, however the tail proved to be difficult. You eye the accessories with a mix of apprehension and excitement. You never really thought that your first introduction to toys would be with the Master himself.
You raise a shaky hand out and run it along the gross and seemingly crusty tail. It should make you question where its' been, and who it last belonged to, but honestly the little rush of jealousy only makes you want the toy in yourself more.
Garfield catches on to your dilemma and reaches a paw out, forgetting to retract his claws and hooking them into your forearm. But you don't seem to mind as blood leaks from the wound, you seductively lick it up, allowing for the blood to spill past your lips.
"I hope you're into vampires" you tease. But that only makes Garfield want to raw you.
Garfield leans close to your left ear, and whispers "Y/N, do not be afraid of the buttplug." His words are spoken almost teasingly, but you couldn't miss the genuine sentiment behind his words.
You extend your hand to give Garfield a complimenting tickle behind his scruffy orange ears, which drives him crazy, and nothing can quell the butterflies you feel flapping about in your stomach. After all, it was a mistake to eat live butterflies before entering Garfield's sex dungeon.
You glance over at Garfield who stares back longingly, and you both hold the gaze for precisely 43 seconds. You turn around, back facing Garfield, and crook your neck 201 degrees impressively, as you get on all fours, and nod back at Garfield. You pop your hips out a bit, signalling him to begin the sex.
