Being his Bunny

You were on the couch watching Legally Blonde with Micah.

When Elle Woods pops up in an adorable bunny suit, he asks, "Do you think I'd look good in that?"

"Yeah, I'd just look better."

"Yeah, you would. My heart would probably jump out of my chest if I saw you in that."

"Doesn't your heart already jump out of your chest when you see me normally?"

"Yes, but I'd think it'd jump out and then get attach to your face and try to kiss every inch of your body if I knew you went out of your way to look good for me."

"You're such a simp."

"And you love it."

And you did.

So here you were, in front of a blindfolded Micah, in nothing but lingerie and bunny ears. The sensation made you nervous. A bit scared and hesitant of rejection, even though you don’t think he’d ever reject you. You felt your pulse quicken as you reached to take his blindfold off, fantasizing about what he’d do to you. Excitement and anxiousness intertwined, giving you a rush that you couldn’t quite stand–you wanted to know what he’d say. What he’d do to you.

You took his blindfold off. His eyes fluttered with his long lashes, trying to adjust to the light. When it does, he takes a long and good look at you.

He rubs his eyes, doing a double take and gasping when his eyes focus, "My eyes are gonna pop out of my head with how much they wanna be glued to your body."

You giggled out a little, "Shut up." 

"I'm literally salivating. I'm drooling. Do you know when anime characters fall in love at first sight, and the wind blows in their face, heart starts palpitating, and they're hit with overwhelming emotions?"

"What. Are you feeling that right now?"

"No, I feel that every time I look at you. THIS TIME I'M FEELING THE LUSTFUL VERSION OF THAT. PANTS TENTING. VEINS GROWING IN ARMS FROM HOW HARD I'M GRABBING THE BEDSHEETS. HEAVY BREATHING. and all that."

You chuckle so hard you snort.

He looks up at you with a genuine smile, proud of the fact that he made you laugh.

"Turn around, let me see everything." he playfully commands.

 You turn around slowly, but excitedly, wanting to show off,

"Cute tail, huh?"

You wiggle it at him.

Micah grabs you by the waist and pulls you onto his lap, "I've never wanted to munch on a tail more."

"What? Is it cuter on your lap?"

He digs his fingers into your waist and bites your ear muttering, "So cute that I just can't take my hands off of you."

His hands travel to your chest fondling them, then to your nipples. He's grasping at you desperately, wanting to intertwine with you. Wanting to make you feel good, understand you, become closer to you in some way, shape, or form.

"Appreciate the outfit a little more before you take it off."

"Oh, I'm not taking it off."

"Oh...oh--so you're just gonna--okay. The stockings just cost--"

"I'll pay you ten times the price of the stockings, and more."

"Deal."

"Pfft, you're so cute."

"I'm practical."

He pinches your nipple a bit, making you moan, "Beautiful, really." 

You're not sure if he's talking about how you look in the lingerie, how he likes your wit, or how he makes you feel like a work of art--the way he's eases out sounds you never knew you could make. You think it's probably both, a combination of the two, with how much he boosts your self-confidence.

You chuckle at the thought of that--how he always makes you feel like a goddess, overbearing with the compliments. Never putting you in a position to ask for them. 

"Hmm, what's on your mind, bunny?"

"You're a kiss ass."

"Yeah, I'll kiss your ass anytime. Bend over."

You follow his commands, pointing your ass at him. Being beautiful, being gazed upon animalistically, it did something to you. You closed your eyes and leaned into your position, nipples grazing the bed, back arched waiting for your kiss. You sense him getting on the bed with how his knees make the bed squeak. 

"So go on, kiss it."

He kisses your ass cheeks, moving the underside of the costume aside to play with your hole, "You're a bossy bunny, huh?"

"Isn't that how you like me?"

"I like you all the time," he pushes a finger in you, ripping the stocking and its enough to make you gasp for air, "But I like you most when you're begging for it."

"And why would I do that?"

"You can tell me the reason in a bit," he kisses your shoulders and starts to move his fingers in and out of you. He trails his kisses down your back, through the costume. 

"Mmm..." you let out a moan.

"Yeah? You like that?" he asks hitting your sweet spot.

"I do..." you moan, as you get lost in the pleasure.

It isn't long before you feel a warm tongue against you, licking and kissing your hole. The heat from his breath, the saliva dripping down, his fingers thrusting in and out on you caused a rush to run through your body, making you curl your toes.

It slowly built up, this sensation. And you tightened around his fingers, wanting more. But just as you were pulsing, itching for a release, he stops. 

You pant out, "What? You don't enjoy the taste of bunny?

"I loooove the taste of bunny, do you like the taste of an alpha wolf?"

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"BAHAHAHAHHAAH--snort--HAHAHHAHA" the both of you erupting into laughter.

You laugh, "That was a good one. God, you've got to be the most corny motherfucker I've ever met."

"People wish they were born as close to the the cob as me."

??? you give him the most shocked faced in existence. "I can't believe I'm fucking you," words uttered, before you start tasting alpha wolf.

There's a mixture of laughter and whimpers from him, "I can't believe it either. I'm the luckiest wolf alive."

"I don't think any other wolf has bunny mouth on it's dick. So yes, you are." As much as you cringed from the words you chose to speak out of your mouth hole, you also felt a feeling of softness and safeness in them.

He softly ran his fingers through your hair as you felt his cock with your tongue. You explored it, tasting every spot. You ran your tongue on his underside to feel the texture of softer, more delicate skin, prodding it with your tongue to see how firm it is. How the tip of his cock is smooth and the base is a bit veiny and how his balls are soft and saggy.

You hoped that if you were ever on a game show and you could had to guess who's cock was his, you'd know without a doubt. That's how much you were obsessed with this man. Or...

...you weren't going to say it.

As you got more into it, swallowing more and more of him, his whimpers turned into moans, and his moans turned into pleading, "I wanna be inside you so bad."

"I thought I was the one that was supposed to beg for it?" you let his dick plop out of your mouth to get situated on top of him. 

"Ehh--well, let's just say I changed my mind because I'm generous."

You rolled your eyes to convey sarcasm, "Yeah...uh-huh. Alright," and slowly eased down on his cock. You held onto his strong broad shoulders as support. His cock twitched at your entrance, "Excited much?" you teased.

"How could I not be?"

"We do this almost everyday."

"We also talk everyday and I never get tired of that."

"You're so sweet to me..."

You lower yourself until you take him in his entirety. He kisses your cheeks, your neck, and whimpers into your ear, before laying you on your back and using his hand to press your stomach in--making you squeeze down on his cock.

He slowly increases the speed to the rhythm in with you like it. When you guys are like this, it just becomes an exchange of looks and moans. Communicating only through gestures. Hand on his thigh, deeper. Eye contact, kiss me. Louder, it feels so good right there. 

And you grow louder and louder as the feeling of pleasure builds up inside you. And he keeps on hitting the same spot, until you can't take the pressure anymore. "Mmm...I'm gonna cum!"

And he fills you, breeds you, just as you do. His warm liquid spills into you, warming your stomach up. And you're once again full of his love.