Disenchanting Valentine’s: F Theo (Patreon)

“I’m a great baker!” Theo defends herself, ignoring the flour scattered all over the counter and floor and herself.

Oh, and you. You’re pretty sure it’s in your hair.

“You almost used salt instead of sugar,” You point out.

“That’s what you’re here for,” She says, dusting her hands off unsuccessfully, “To keep me from making little mistakes like that.”

You decide not to point out that it would’ve been a bit more than a little mistake and it would’ve made the cookies inedible. From the quirk of her lips, she’s already well aware of the fact. She approaches you on light feet, her tail swaying eagerly behind her as she kisses your cheek with a wink.

“You’re a great assistant, sunshine.” She quips with a grin.

“Mmhmm.” You huff, “And you’re getting even more flour on me.”

“Oh, my sincerest apologies.” She smirks, “We have eight minutes until the cookies come out. We can catch a shower after they do. We did get pretty messy, after all.”

You roll your eyes, dumping the bowls and measuring cups in the sink and not quite giving her a straight answer. The timer ticks down faster than you feel it should, and soon the little heart shaped sugar cookies are on a cooling rack to prepare them for icing later.

You glance over at Theo, and see her eyes are locked on your profile. You bite your lip to stifle a smile and turn in her direction.

“Well?” You prompt.

“…Well?” She echoes in confusion, brows drawing together.

“I think I was promised a shower with a handsome devil just a few moments ago.” You remind her, “I was wanting to take him up on the offer.”

She takes you by the hands, pulling you down the short hallway with a wide grin. You both tumble into your too-small bathroom, and she finds immense pleasure in giving you a show as she slides off her pants. You stop her as she goes to undo her buttons, instead stripping her of her shirt yourself. You run a hand along the curve of her breast, enjoying the sharp gasp she makes as you tease her nipple with your thumb. She leans in to kiss you deeply; her lips are cool, yet your entire body feels like it’s on fire as her tail wraps around your waist.

“Can I?” She asks lowly, her hands reaching for the fastenings on your pants.

You swallow thickly and nod. She undresses you slowly, her fingers grazing against your skin here and there as your clothes fall to join hers on the tile. She pulls you back toward the shower, idly turning the knob on for warm water while she presses you against the wall. Her breath is hot on your neck as she kisses up the smooth column of your throat before continuing her heady assault along your jaw.

When your lips finally meet again, she spins you around and draws both of you into the shower. The warm water pours over you, but getting clean seems to be an afterthought as Theo sinks to her knees before you. You work soap into her hair as she leans forward with an eager tongue, lavishing attention on you in a way that makes it hard not to clench her hair between your fingers.

Orgasms come quick and easy when her mouth is in charge, and you lean against the wall of the shower to prevent your shaky legs from buckling. She savors it, rising slowly just as you reach down with shaking hands to stroke her wet core. Your thumb finds her clit quickly, as her body is just as familiar as your own. You stroke it in slow, measured movements, and it’s bordering on torture for her as she reaches up to grip your shoulders.

“Oh, fuck-“ She chokes on a whimper, her tail swaying violently and catching on your thigh, curling around you like a lifeline.

She nearly bends in half as you work two fingers inside her, opening her up and stroking against the slick walls until she’s quivering. You draw her in by the neck with your free hand to kiss her in a way that has heat building in your abdomen once more.

“Good girl,” You whisper sweetly between your lips crashing together, picking up the pace as your fingers work faster and take her apart quicker.

She moans, a wanton noise that’s breathed directly into your mouth as her wetness coats your fingers. It washes away quickly and you both stumble out after another rinse off, your limbs clumsy and your bodies sated with pleasure.

“We might get messy again with the icing,” She teases as she twirls her hair up into a towel.

“Don’t push it,” You grin back, pressing one last kiss to the corner of her smirking mouth.