Not one… but two?

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Minotaur (Ambrose) x chubby fem!reader || tooth-rotten fluff, sfw but sexy

You are walking back home, half drenched and with your jacket closed completely, you are trying really hard not to drop the contents. You open the door to your shared house just to hear Ambrose cursing over the kitchen, and you decide to avoid that area for a little while, at least until your new friend is happy and dry.

“Honey! I’m home…” You say passing by the kitchen and into the bathroom, rushing a bit more than normal so he wouldn’t see, and closing the door behind you as you hear Ambrose’s hooves moving in your direction.

He tries to open the door and huffs when he finds it closed. “Wha- Why is the door closed, sunshine?” He sounds concerned and only grows when you curse as the kitty scratches the back of your hand accidentally. “What’s going on in there? Are you okay?” He sounds frantic and you both know he can break the door if he wants to, but then he would have to go buy a new one and you are counting that he wouldn’t do that. At least you expect he won’t.

“I’m- I’m going to poop!” You tell him, the lie in your words making your voice waver.

He huffs again, very loudly. “No, you are not. Open the door, sunshine.”

You sigh, knowing full well you will have to tell him either way, seeing as the fluff-ball is currently trying to bite your fingers as it purrs. You open slowly the door, trying to look as pitiful as possible to try to convince him. He stares at you for a second, and then his eyes fall to the kitten on your hands and he takes a deep breath.

“What is that?” He sounds confused, but also a bit annoyed. “Why do you have a kitten? Where did you find a kitten?”

First thing first: “Can we keep it?” He frowns, so you try to argue your point: “I found him in a puddle, and he is missing a fang, and he's a bob-tailed kitten,” you try to not sound too excited but you fail. “But I promise I waited to see if his mom came to get him! But she didn’t, and he was alone, and I couldn’t leave him there,” you bite your lower lip, your eyes teary and his frown relaxes, tenderness replacing it. But you continue your speech: “I already brought him to the vet before I came home, and he just needs love and food and pettings. His name is Mister Puddles,” you finally announce after the rambling. He’s looking at you with equal parts annoyance and tenderness. “Can we keep it, please?” You use your best puppy dog eyes, looking up at him from under your lashes in a way that you are sure reminds him of you sucking his cock. You aren’t playing fair, but you are going to keep that kitty no matter what.

“But a kitten…” He tries, but then you hear a tiny little mewl behind him, and a gray fluff ball comes crashing into his hooves, falling to its side pitifully.

“Ambrose… What is that?” You said, amazed and itching to grab the precious kitty on the floor.

He looks down at it, and then at you, and then at it, and then at you… “A kitten,” he finally deadpans.

You bite back a gasp. “What? Why? How? What?!” Your questions only make him muster a tiny smile, his eyes worried and his eyebrows frowned again.

“You wanted one, so I talked to an adoption agency, and they delivered it earlier and I’ve been trying to take care of it before you arrived. AND NOW WE HAVE TWO!” He sounds stressed and frantic, and you think it’s so comical you have to cover your mouth to avoid laughing. “Happy Valentine’s Day, I guess. Fuck, what are we going to do with two?!” He’s not even talking to you anymore, but passing his hand through his head in exasperation, looking between the kitties and frowning.

“So we can keep them?” You ask again, grabbing his hand and looking up at him with puppy dog eyes again. You pout a little and he sighs, nodding once and leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“Okay, we can keep them, fuck. I’m going to regret this,” he mutters under his breath as you let Mister Puddles down to play with his brother and grab Ambrose by the neck of his shirt and pull down until you can kiss him senseless.

He has you pressed against the wall in less than two seconds, his hands on your ass and yours tangled in his curly hair. He groans against your mouth and you whine in return, grinding your hips down, trying to make him desperate to fuck you so you can properly thank him for your Valentine’s present.

But then the kitties mewl and one of them starts to whine, so you break the kiss and jump down his arms and lay flat on the floor with the kitties, getting their attention instantly. They jump over your body as Ambrose looks at you with hooded eyes and a frown.

“I wasn’t done.” You can see that, the outline of his cock so clear in his pants your mouth is salivating.

You giggle, “but the kitties need us right now, we can have celebratory sex later, okay? I have a Valentine’s present for you…” You wink, thinking about the cow printed negligee you have stored at the back of your closet.

“Okay… I’ll start with dinner,” he says, but you are already distracted with the kitties so he only huffs and walks away.

The cats are precious and soft and adorable, and very distracting. You spend half the dinner looking down as they play with each other. Cooing every time they do something adorable, taking a thousand and one pics and being so happy that your heart feels about to burst. Ambrose is not that happy, though (or so he tries to say).

“You barely ate anything, I prepared my girlfriend her favorite food for Valentine’s day and she’s more concerned about two fluff-balls than me…” He mutters under his breath, making you chuckle.

“Are you jealous of two kittens, Ambrose?” You try not to be too teasing, but the brat in you is showing.

“No. I’m not jealous of two kittens. I’m your boyfriend, I don’t need your constant attention.” That’s such a blatant lie that even you catch it. You arch an eyebrow, and he looks down. Caught. He walks to you with intent, leaning down and kissing you until you are breathing hard just to pull away. “I’m going to fuck you senseless because of that, brat,” he whispers against your lips.

You could agree, you could be nice and play the good pet for him… or you could be a brat and say: “Mmmm, are you?”

You are totally expecting it when he walks to you and throws you over his shoulder. You giggle all the way, and can’t stop the cooing when you see the two fluff-balls following you to the room. You already set a little playpen and bed in the corner, so they could start learning to sleep there on their own, and as soon as they enter the room the run for the little ball there.

You swoon, and Ambrose drops you onto the bed. “Stop with the cats, we are in the middle of something,” he says, pinching your nipples harshly as you moan brokenly.

“Wait! The present. Let me up,” you tell him, escaping under his arm as he crawls to you.

You run to the closet, grabbing the negligee and running to the bathroom to get ready. A minute later you are leaning against the frame as Ambrose gapes at your form.

“Fuck, you look so hot in that… Come here, pet,” he orders. There’s no more play in his tone, and you can see the outline of his cock straining the fabric of his pants.

You approach him and he grabs you by the waist, throwing you to the bed and covering your body with his big one, his hands exploring every inch of your body as he claims your mouth in a passionate kiss. You are moaning against his mouth and rubbing your center up as he grinds down.

But he breaks the kiss after a few minutes. “Why won’t they stop purring!?”

“They are happy,” you explain, smiling up at him and grabbing his horns to claim his mouth in another kiss.

But after a couple seconds he breaks the kiss. “I can’t.”

“What?” You try not to laugh, but your voice sounds amused when you ask.

“They are right there… And they are babies… I just… I can’t.” He looks pained, frown set between his eyes as he looks between you and the kitties.

“We can lock them outside the room,” you offer, your legs still in a weird angle with his dick rubbing against your covered pussy. You try to roll your hips against him, but he’s still looking at the two kitties purring and playing on the playpen in the corner of the room.

“What? No! They are babies! What if something happens?” He looks back at you with such offense in his tone that you have to giggle.

“Okay… Then no sex for Valentine’s Day,” you say, trying to hold back your laughter.

You know you should be at least a bit mad about it, but he looks so conflicted and the kittens are so cute… You don’t mind waiting for dick a few hours until the new baby daddy is sure enough that he can fuck you.

“What? No!” He sounds terribly offended and you can’t hold back your laughter anymore, throwing your head back and chuckling so loudly you snort.

“Ambrose, I love you, but you can’t have both. Either we lock them outside and you focus, or we don’t fuck tonight,” you tell him softly. And then for good measure you add: “And we can bring them to bed and cuddle with the babies…” You try not to smirk at the way his eyes light up at that option, but you don’t succeed.

Before you can react, he’s off you, pulling down your negligee and walking to pick up the kitties. They purr even louder when he grabs them, so tiny they fit in one of his hands. “This is just a rain check, I’m definitely fucking you in the next 24h, sunshine.” He tries to sound authoritative about it, but he’s looking at the kitties and his smile is so big he loses all intend.

“Sure thing, honey,” you said amused, two tiny fluff balls purring intently between the two of you.

And that’s how your Valentine’s Day ends with no sex but two kittens. You’d be mad… but you have two kittens to worry about, and a big minotaur that definitely didn’t like kittens (or so he said as he picked them up and cooed at their tiny faces).

You can fuck… in a few hours.