Garfield x Jon

This a joke fanfic please believe me please

Opening:
“Oh Jon…” muttered Garfield as he gazed at him through half lidded eyes, “I’d do
anything for some lasagna.”. Jon eyed his ginger tabby’s luscious soft orange fur,
the curves of his figure. “Anything.” “Anything”

Build up:
Jon felt his mind spinning, was this really going to happen? He had been waiting
for this moment for so long, and it had finally come. “Garfield, we are going
straight to my room. Now.”, Jon’s voice was sharp in and rough. Garfield bit his
lip from how rough he sounded, though he sounded harsh, he could tell there was a
hint of desperation in his words. The two sprinted towards Jon’s room and as soon
as the doors of his bedroom were closed, Jon slammed Garfield into the wall and in
desperation smothered his neck in kisses. Garfield moaned at the sudden contact of
skin to lips. He managed to squirm his hands out of Jon’s grasp and into his now
disheveled brown hair to force him into a passionate and heated kiss. After what
seemed like hours, they pulled away and Jon smirked. “Oh baby, we’re just getting
started.”, then he practically threw Garfield into his bed made for two.

Teasing:
Jon pinned Garfield down onto the soft mattress and resumed their passionate make
out session. Jon peppered kisses over Garfield’s already naked petite hairy body,
oh the things he imagined doing to Garfield. He swore that Garfield had been
teasing him everyday as Garfield had technically always been walking around naked.
The way he would sway his hips all the way to the fridge to get some leftover
lasagna and back into his room. It was all so alluring to Jon, he sometimes
questioned if he could hold himself back anymore, the amount of days he had to
satisfy his throbbing length by himself was painful. But now he no longer had to do
that. Jon decided it was time he got back at Garfield for all his teasing, he
reached down to Garfield’s tail mid-kiss and gripped it tightly. Garfield broke out
of the kiss and howled out in pain and pleasure at his aggressive grip as he began
to play with tail, stroking it and even flicking it. “Your tail is so fluffy! And
it seems like it’s sensitive too~” Jon cooed. Jon used his free hand, gliding his
fingers over Garfield’s hole, he rubbed and circled it gently before he piercingly
slipped his finger into Garfield’s hole. Garfield gasped out and tried stifling his
moans by biting his bottom lip as Jon continued to pump his finger in and out. As
Jon continued to tease Garfield to what seemed like forever, the feeling of being
so close to sweet release yet being kept away by the same thing that makes Garfield
go wild is just unbearable.

Transition to the real stuff:

“Jon.. please…” Garfield managed to gasp out. Jon knew he wouldn’t be able to hold
back anymore, he had to get to the main event sooner or later. However, he wanted
to make sure that Garfield wouldn’t tease him ever again. “What’s my proper name
kitten?”, Garfield swallowed his drool, Jon had never looked this enticing before.
From the moment Garfield that Jon had took him in as a pet, he knew that he was
already 6 steps in when he fell for him. Little did Jon know, Garfield also had to
satisfy himself whenever he had wet dreams about him. Oh, how he hated the times
when Jon would go on dates with snobby women. Was he not someone Jon would love?
Was he not enough? But now, Garfield had Jon all for himself, and nothing could
stop them from this. “Master… please fuck me…”. Jon’s eyes somehow filled with even
more lust as if he didn’t have enough in them already. “Good kitty.”, and that was
when the sparks of love flew between the two species.

The stuff:
Jon couldn’t hold back anymore. He quickly unbuckled his pants and undressed
himself. He took off his boxers and pulled out his thick length, Garfield couldn’t
help but stare and drool. Jon grasped on Garfield’s hips, turning him on his back
so he could see all the pleasure that would soon form on his little kitty’s face.
Jon’s cock was already leaking in pre-cum, and with one push, Jon had hit
Garfield’s sweet spot right in the bullseye. Garfield screamed out in pleasure, his
back arching and claws desperately clawing the silk bedsheets underneath him. Jon
continued to hit his sweet spot over and over, the two in long lasting ecstasy.
Tears formed at the edges of Garfield’s eyes, his thick length fit him so
perfectly, like a puzzle piece connecting to another. “You’re taking me so well
kitten~” praise fell out of Jon’s lips, as he went on ranting about how perfect and
beautiful he was for him. A tornado of heat stormed into Garfield’s stomach, he was
near his orgasm.

Transition to end:
“M-master… i-im about to-“ Garfield stuttered out. Jon had been hypnotised by his
beauty, he barely picked up on Garfield’s words as he was transfixed on his face,
those alluring expressions, so lewd and raw just for him to view with his own eyes.
He was his, and no one could take him. Jon grunted and started speeding up his
pace, skin and fur meeting together roughly as they collide together. Even if both
Garfield and Jon wanted this moment to last forever, it would have to end at some
time. Garfield’s orgasm was a messy and intense one, his lips parted to scream, but
no sound had came out. Jon continued to plow away inside of him, chasing his high
before he too released his seed into Garfield. Jon pulled out and collapsed next to
Garfield, the two needing to catch their breaths and register the events that had
occurred. No one else had ever made those two feel so loved for each other, it was
as if they were truly made for each other. After a bit, Jon realized Garfield had
fell asleep and he chuckled. He slumped out of his bed and cleaned up the mess he
and Garfield had made, cleaning the sheets and replaced them with new and clean
ones. At last, he carries Garfield over to the pillows on his bed and covered him
in a blanket and shifted inside with him. Jon was still in shock of what had
happened tonight. But nevertheless, he was glad about it. He gently pecked Garfield
on the head as he let out a soft purr into the pillow. “Garfield, I love you more
than you’ll ever know..” was the last thing Jon said before he had fell into
slumber.

Aftercare and Clear up:

Garfield felt the cozy rays of sunlight engulf his body, his eyes fluttered open
before yawning and stretching his arms. It was not long before he recalled last
night’s events, Jon was ferocious, he had never seen him so possessive and out of
control before, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t turned on by it. “Oh
Garfield, you’re awake?” Jon had entered the bedroom, holding a plate full of
lasagna in his hands. Garfield’s eyes brightened up at the mere sight of his
favorite food, Jon chuckled at how he immediately perked up. “Is that for me?”
Garfield questioned, “I mean, I did say that I’d give you lasagna.” Jon responded
to him, along with a sheepish smile. Although the two had done unspeakable things
the night before, they couldn’t help but feel awkward, I mean, what were they
supposed to talk about? The uncomfortable silence between them was insufferable.
Finally, one of them spoke up, breaking the torture of silence. “Garfield, do you
love me?” Jon managed to choke out those words out of his throat, he was so anxious
that it was only meant to be a one night stand, but he wanted it to be more than
that. He wanted to have the same experience, over and over. He wanted him all to
himself, it was selfish but it was the truth. “Oh Jon…” Garfield pawed Jon’s back
reassuringly, “Of course I do, I always have.”. Jon was taken aback, what did he
mean by he always has? He sat frozen on the bed, the look of his face morphed into
one of shock. Suddenly, he smiled, tears threatening to flow through his eyes. He
pounced on Garfield, bringing him closer into his warm embrace. “Garfield, promise
me you’ll never leave me..” Jon was a sniffling mess, but not because he was sad,
he was actually in a state of euphoria. “Even if you hadn’t said that, I would’ve
still followed you regardless, from here to the edge of the world.”. The barrier
which held Jon’s tears finally couldn’t withstand the amount of water, and broke
free, flowing down his face. “Garfield…” he whispered. “Will you marry me?”, Jon
held his cat’s paws in his hands. Garfield’s tears flowed down his furry face as
well, never had he imagined he would pop the question so quickly…

Yes, I do (Ending 1#)

“Yes, I do.”

Jon and Garfield then became forever companions, being there for each other’s highs
and lows. Their wedding took place in an fancy Italian restaurant, Jon had saved up
his money just for this occasion. Of course, the wedding cake was actually just
lasagna to which Garfield immediately wolfed down. The wedding night was made up of
slow dancing and soft kisses to each other’s face. Though not many people went to
their wedding due to personal opinions of their interspecies marriage, they were
happy nevertheless. The most important people whom cared for them the most were
Odie and some of Garfield and Jon’s ex’s. In the end, the two had lived together
happily even if there were arguments and problems occasionally, they were happy,
and that was that.

Rejection (Ending 2#)

“Jon..”

Garfield whimpered, even if they had already sex, he thought it was just a
beneficial thing. Plus, he proposed way too fast, who in the right mind would
propose during a one night stand type of situation? “Jon, you’re doing this way too
fast. I mean, we just expressed our feelings for each other in the form of sex!
There’s no way I can accept this proposal.” Jon’s heart shattered. He knew he was
going a little fast on the whole thing but he was finally the one he had been
waiting for all his life to fill the enormous hole in his heart. He had never
experienced this feeling of throbbing love, nor had he felt this body wrenching
pain that was only in the mental state, but felt as if in the physical. “Garfield
can’t you rethink this? I mean, we are made for each other, don’t you think?” His
pleads of reconsideration fell on shut out ears, Garfield turned away. “What the
hell to you mean Jon?? We were never meant to be. We aren’t even the same species
godammit..” Jon wouldn’t give up, he wanted him, he needed him. He was his wasn’t
he? Yes. Yes he was..

“Who cares if we’re the same species, we love each other! We can be together
forever, just please say yes!”

“Jon, what the fuck are you saying? You don’t get to decide what I want to do so
just let it go!”

The two were yelling, the tension rising as the argument ensued, slowly, things
started to descend into madness when finally, the near end of the pandemonium
arrived when the palm of Jon’s hand collided with Garfield’s cheek. His cheek
turned a slightly visible red as cold tears flowed down, somewhat soothing the blow
on his face. Garfield rushed out of the bedroom out of pure reflex, leaving Jon to
plead him to not leave him. Jon did not go after him, knowing that they both needed
some time to think about everything. However, minutes turned into hours and hours
turned into days, Garfield had not come home for a few weeks and Jon was at the
brink of a meltdown. Leaving without so much as of a goodbye or even a proper
answer to his proposal was devastating. Would Garfield ever come back? Without his
cat, he was heartbroken. Not even Odie, his dog, could comfort him. There was just
no one else like Garfield to him, there was nothing he could do but wait for his
possible return.

Two months passed when a spark of hope appeared for Jon.

He was on a date with his former love, Liz Wilson, to the same Italian restaurant
that Garfield lived so much. Although he tried his best to forget about the whole
ordeal, he would never be able to ignore the constant reminders of their fall out.
He had started to emulate Garfield’s everyday decisions out of desperation. Hell,
he just ordered lasagna out of pure reflex about two seconds ago. He would never be
the same without Garfield, and he knew that.

After the date, Jon escorted Liz back to her home and soon started to walk back
home in silence. The soft melancholic moonlight shined across his face as if
comforting him, like a lullaby to a child. The mood was pensive as he walked in
silence, cicadas chirping energetically, singing their evening tune. He walked
across the sidewalk, red and green lights of the Italian restaurant shimmering
across the road. Jon caught sight of something, a giant wad of orange fur sitting
on one of the restaurant chairs, seeming to be gobbling up one of their dishes. In
fact, that wad of orange fur was Garfield and the dish he was decimating, was
lasagna. Jon didn’t have a second thought and rushed towards the window of the
restaurant before he caught a glimpse of something through peripheral vision. It
was Arlene, one of the cats that Garfield had been seeing before the whole fiasco,
why was she here? Arlene trotted through the restaurant doors and sat next to
Garfield, the two acquaintances striking up a conversation immediately, seeming
like good friends.

That is until Arlene kissed Garfield’s forehead.

Jon thought they were only friends, the shock that came over him was overpowering.
Without a second thought, he busted through the doors and stomped up to Garfield’s
table.

“Garfield! Where have you been the past two months, and why are you with her of all
cats??”

“Jon.” Garfield’s tone was stern and staid, but Jon could hear the small waver in
his voice. “Jon, we weren’t meant to be. These past two months I’ve been recovering
from the whole situation. You and I needed some time apart to think, so please
listen to me.” Jon was frustrated. “Even so, you could’ve at least told me that you
needed time apart! Do you know how hard it’s been with no idea what was happening
to you?” Tears were flowing, his face red with anger. “Jon, I’m sorry I never told
you. But do you really think you would actually let me have space instead of
immediately running after me again?” Silence was ensued after that, the whole
restaurant was quiet even though there were clearly lots of emotions in the two
that had to be let out. “Jon, did you ever stop to think about how I was feeling?
You were only thinking of me for your own sake didn’t you? You wanted me for your
own but did you think I wanted to be yours?” Speechless, Jon thought about it and
realized, he never really did think of Garfield. Everything he had been thinking
about the past two months were how much he wanted Garfield to come back and be his.
He wanted to feel the brush of his orange fur against his skin, tickling his
stomach at the slightest contact. The warmth he felt when he and Garfield had
curled up together in bed after sex. He wanted his love, and he wanted to give it
back. He never had thought that Garfield didn’t feel the same way, he was so
deluded by his desire thinking that Garfield had to feel the same way, as if it was
definitely mutual. “I’m sorry Garfield..” His voice broken just as his heart was,
his mind in tatters as the very thing he was abou. t to say went completely against
everything he wanted. “Garfield, I know we have a complicated relationship.. but
can I still have the chance to be your friend? I promise I won’t be anything else
if so.” With a calming smile, Garfield pawed Jon’s back just as he did on the day
the fought. “Of course Jon, you’ll always be my friend.”.