#catboy oc

A familiar tune rouses you awake from your sleep. Confused, you shifted, eyes still closed as the sun shines softly through the windows. You can feel the slight heat on your arms, along with a warm body next to you. After a few seconds, the noise starts to irritate you slightly. Groggily your eyes slowly peel open, still heavy with lingering sleep. Yet, when you open them, they’re assaulted by a fluffy appendage. Your partner’s, Olly.

It was an odd habit of his, he swears he has no control at night. His tail always ends up wrapped around something of yours, this time it was your eyes. Feeling him shift slightly his hand pats around the bed, seeming intent to shut off your alarm as well. Finally you hear it stop, his tail wrapping a bit tighter around your eyes as he shifts being you. 

You feel his form spooning you from your side, chin resting on your shoulder as short, even breaths puff on your shoulder. Laying on your back you feel your hands being cuddled to his chest as if they were a teddy bear. Basically, you were being held hostage. 

“Olly.” You call out, getting no response. Another thing about him, he was a heavy sleeper. 

The tip of his tail flicks at the back of your head as if in mocking, he even breathes on your neck telling you that he’s not faking his sleep. You can imagine him without having to see him: his long hair tousled as it sticks up at odd angles, your faded shirt that he’s wearing riding up slightly, revealing his lean mid-drift. And that damned, pink fluffy eye mask that had the words “princess” written on it. 

“Mhm…..no, stay.” He says in a sleep filled bossy tone, allowing his tail to unwind from your eyes and wrap around your neck. The end of his tail flicks playfully at your cheek as you blink a few times, finally able to see. Your eyes flutter for a moment before looking over at Olly, landing on his slightly arched form pressed against you.  

“You’re so lucky I don’t have serious plans today.” You said, watching him bask in your body warmth he was leeching. He mumbled something under his breath, yet you caught the phrase “stinky mutt” in his mumbles. He was always a bit on the jealous side, and the person he was referring to was a groupmate of yours in one of your lectures. 

“Jack is just a groupmate, he’s not even my friend. More like an acquaintance." You said as Olly started to rub his cheeks all over you. 

You laid there, watching him as he made sure to rub every inch of your arm with his cheeks before moving on to your shoulders and neck, eventually going everywhere he can. It was part of his morning routine, marking you with his scent so others knew you were taken. You gasped at the sudden feeling of his wet, pink tongue licking your cheek in a long swipe. You were scrolling on your phone, attention to that.  But now it was on him.

“You…..taste good.” Olly says simply, going back to his rubbing and grooming, his purring a steady, vibrational sound breaking through the sounds of your shifting bedsheets and the wet slurping of his tongue on your skin.