you’re completely caught off guard, surprise evidently shown on your face and said man just knows it’s because of the rare situation. like, what he is doing in your room? how was yuma able to sneak him passed you? the pale man could only get more pale but he’s already set on his idea.

“hi...” his voice sounds as meek as it is deep, deeper than the red flush traveling down his neck and coloring his ears..

maybe going to you and yuma about this would be detrimental. or maybe not. i mean, who else would he go to other than his best friend that knows exactly what he wants to learn?

yuma quickly turns your attention back towards him with a hand gripping your jaw, craning your neck as he crouches down to your eye level, and you just want to smack that frown off his face for interrupting your cooking.

“hey kitty, lemme fill you in briefly.” he tilts his head slightly, tone overly sweet for a good reason — perhaps to himself. you’re still trying to find reason for all this. “jo here just needs a little favor from us and as my duty as his teacher for practically everything, i must help him out.”

there’s silence for a moment as you’re looking between the two different men. yuma was the one who breaks it first, like always.

“you know, a little something back for all the tutor lessons he gave me for that other class.”

.. okay, he didn’t have to mock you like that.

the narrow squint of your eyes is what gets the man to continue. “and you do remember our conversation the other day, right? about who could be our… plus one?”

immediately, your eyes blinked wide as big as saucers. he’s watching you clearly through his blonde bangs but you avoid his gaze, knowing how they dilate in glee upon seeing the flush that spreads over your cheeks in recollection of what he brought up.

you definitely can recall the past discussion clearly, how he sat criss cross across from you with an enthusiastic look on his face as you listed potential candidates to your shared fantasy. throughout the talk yuma did not stay silent though, he definitely threw his two cents in with a list of his own, the names of two other men ringing in your ears with a bit more consideration…

he chuckles through his lopsided, toothy grin once you’ve caught on, raising an eyebrows as you finally speak up.

“why would you even bring tha—”

“because this is a perfect chance. jo wants to learn, you have your lil necklace on,” he points out, letting his hand fall from your jawline to twirl the small pendant of your necklace around his finger, the same necklace you use to let him know how freely you want him to take. he remembers clearly when you both exchanged jewelry after a well thought out conversation. “we wanted a plus one…? two and two together…?”

okay whatever, it adds up.

you should be mad at him, you should hit him for even thinking of this, you should question him on how long this teaching thing has been going.

but he’s right— however much you want to smack him and run away before he pull you over his shoulder to repeat this again. you’ll never tell him he’s so right but you figured he already knows by how he leans away, hands falling back onto his hips as his shoulders jump from his stifled laugh.

you took one look back at jo, who raises his eyebrows and blinks his usually narrowed eyes back at you with a hopeful gaze. the sheepish smile that settles on his full lips could only mean that he’s most certainly spoken to yuma about some another fantasy of his as well.

the sigh that empties from your lungs was deep and the fidgeting of your hands was evident, but the way you shift where you sat and the obviously coy look you gave yuma was all he needed to get to work.

you sort of knew what you were getting into, but you didn’t think it would be like this.

right when yuma pushed you back onto the mountain of pillows and told you to stay silent, you immediately caught onto his idea. and now that you’re in this deep, soaked panties thrown somewhere else in the room and long gone, you’re not sure whether or not is really was a good idea.

“okay jojo,” he mumbles and you wish he would’ve never picked up on the little nickname you called jo, giving out a deep sigh at the sound of his purr instead of scolding him. “she’s all yours.”

and fuck, was jo ready. so ready it caught you off guard by the immediate way he leans in to suddenly lick over your entire slit, glasses pushed all the way up and still on. you can see the way yuma’s grin widens from where he laid besides jo, relishing on the soft moan that tumbles from your parted lips. despite it being a first experimental taste, you’re completely winded. he was eager, like he was waiting for this moment all his life, ready to coat his lips with your shining slick.

“like that?” jo mumbles way too close to your cunt and your eyes almost roll at the soft gaze he gives yuma. yuma’s grip on your thigh tightens and you’re catching his stare, feeling yourself grow hotter under his feline stare. what a freak, getting off on seeing his girl get used.

“mhm, just like that.” he nods, pushing your knee closer to your own stomach while turning his attention the glistening wetness of your pussy. “do whatever you feel is right, i told you she’s your doll to play with.”

yuma’s marveling at how slick you’ve already gotten in the span of this spontaneous scene happening, much to your dismay. yet, it’s clear how effect you both are, and jo is completely unaware and just focused on learning more.

he doesn’t waste no time, remembering what instructions yuma gave him from before and putting it to good use. yuma can’t help the small giggle from seeing how eager he was and how you struggled to hide your moans.

“hold on,” both you and jo grow back into your senses at the command yuma gives him, a sharp exhale falling from your lips when jo pulls off from your swollen clit with a wet pop. hm.. what a good boy. you glance back down between them and find jo staring at your cunt with an expression you can’t really make out through your clouded mind. “it seems like you have something to say…?”

ugh, you’re dizzy from yuma’s teasing nature. it’s clear you all want this, want him to continue but, you wait. gnawing onto your raw bottom lip, you wait. watching jo’s heavy and half fogged up glasses slide a bit further down his perfect nose, you fucking wait.

it’s like jo loses all prior confidence within that one second, blinking rapidly as he tilts his head in thought. he doesn’t know how to word it without being blunt but you didn’t think the words he chooses were going to affect you that much.

“so wet. it’s, like, almost bubbling. is she always like this?” speaking as if you weren’t there and you know how much yuma loves to indulge in it. your sheepish whine gets caught off by the cocky man. “jojo—”

“always. at least with me,” yuma simply shrugs and pairs it with a smug smile, leaning his chin over jo’s shoulder to marvel with him at the sight. it should be embarrasing. “means you’re doing a good job, jo, and you just got started..”

your eyes meet yuma’s just as he utters those words, sharing a moment, both knowing why exactly you’re this wet. you’ve clearly been needing this.

jo swipes his tongue over his lips, the sight rendering you speechless despite not saying anything. just the image and the feeling of him tasting your essence was enough to make you tremble underneath their hands, your eyes lowering down to the mess jo’s already made with his tongue instead. your hands fidget with the sheets, not uttering a word. maybe you should just let yuma teach…

“remember— lick, suck, kiss, maybe even nibble,” you hear yuma mumble as he presses the side of his face closer towards jo’s, pushing against his glasses until they’re sitting crooked as he’s squishing his cheek against jo’s. “serenade the lovely lady, worship the kitty, adore her… and maybe, you’ll hear a purr in return.”

he had no fucking business talking this way with such a nasty grin. you would yell at him if it didn’t outright affect you so clearly. it irks you knowing how much fun he’s having speaking this way — especially because he knows he can with jo. said man only speaks in obscenely blunt words to get his point across and yuma always gravitated towards him for that exact reason. he has always been intrigued by jo and now he is savoring the moment.

you would never tell him you were always in fact intrigued by the same, opting to kick yuma’s shoulder for such lewd and stupid talk before he holds your leg further away and apart from the other with another giggle.

“lick her slick clean, kiss on those lips,” yuma keeps going and your eyes trail upwards until they’re glued onto jo, watching his glasses slide a bit further down when his nose bridge scrunches as he intakes the information whispered into his ear. “see this cute little button right here?”

yuma’s hand snakes around jo to press two of his long fingers over your bare pussy, a gasp resonated from your lips when the tips presses onto your swollen clit. sparks trail throughout your body in the form of shivers and jo’s quick to take mental note on how you react. he does not miss the way your teeth sink deeper into your bottom lip until it whitens when yuma makes you melt so easily just by a small touch.

“this is called the clit, i’m sure you’ve heard of it before,” yuma hums in a gentle manner, unlike the rough tight circles he rubs over your sensitive bundle of nerves. jo’s definitely heard it before, maybe seen it before in anatomy class, but never touched it before until now. “mhm, like textbook saying, main erogenous zone — if you wanna get her to come in your mouth, right?”

jo shouldn’t be nodding so enthusiastically. you shouldn’t even be meeting his tired gaze if you want to keep your sanity. just the thought of them staring and playing with you as if you were nothing but a model of study shouldn’t have you this aroused. yet here you were, doing exactly that, with the two people you wished to do this with. you think you’re so conflicted, but all you want right now is to cum. fuck morals, you all want this.

“if you’re fucking her with your fingers, suck on her clit,” yuma sighs as if it was something jo should already know, but that’s what you’re all here for though, to teach him the basic knowledge. so he’ll keep explaining as if you weren’t there, rubbing his fingers over your clit lazily like it wouldn’t make the heat pool hotter in your trembling stomach. “if you’re licking up her juices, rub on her clit just like this— ahh, see? look at how wet she’s getting..”

you didn’t even realize when your eyes were almost twitching closed, mindlessly working yourself closer to more heated arousal until yuma pulls his sticking fingers away, leaving you to tremble with a small whine.

“fuck,” jo murmurs, eyebrows crinkling in what seems to be agony, adam’s apple bobbing as he gulps down the drooling need pooling in his mouth. your hooded gaze lowers to his line of sight, jaw dropping as you breathe out a hitched moan upon seeing yuma’s fingers. strings of your slick connect from the tips of his glistening fingers, the line growing thinner the farther away his hand pulls. it snaps back onto your throbbing clit once it breaks, a breathless chuckle coming from besides jo. “can i— please yuma… may i?”

“go ‘head, jojo. i’m pretty sure she’s dying to feel your tongue on her again.” yuma saw the desperation on the younger man’s face, could practically hear it, grinning at your already fucked out look. yuma’s buzzing with glee at the sight, wanting to see more. so just to make you all lose your minds a bit more, he leans into jo’s ear yet speaks loud enough for both of you to hear.

“if you get her to cum, maybe i’ll even teach you how to make her squirt on the next. wouldn’t that be fun?”

never did you think you would actually be pressed against the natural greenery of your backyard garden, get your soul snatched when anyone in the vicinity of the area could just witness this without trying to find you. yet here you are, the side of your face tainted in rich soil as green flecks of moss littered over your squished cheek and soft locks. your fur-balled tail twitched higher in the air as his fingers ran dangerously closer around the skin of your lower back, but that’s all you can realize before he hooks his grip on the crease of your thighs and hips, hands wrapped around your plushed hips in a tight vice.

the back door of your cottage was right there, just an arms length out of reach and so close to the softness of your blankets, so so close to the warmth and comfort of your nest, but the hybrid is never patient enough when he wants you for himself.

he’d rather take you right where he personally loved seeing you, attending to your various flowers in the garden he formulated for you years ago. it is considered your second safe space, one you loved sharing with him either by picking out his favorite lily and tucking it over his ear or simply informing him on new changes you made for better growth of your plant babies.

he knew how much you valued nature as a bunny hybrid, wanting you to feel as if your cottage was your natural playground, wanting to ensure your happiness and connection with the green nursery.

he had the same innocent thought before he appeared behind you, simply gazing at your seated frame as you tend a patch of lilies planted by the edge of the back porch. his lovely rabbit; legs and feet tucked underneath your body, long, pin straight ears forever sensitive and twitching at the sound of your own tone as you hum a soft song he recognizes — completely unaware of his presence until he made it known, thought now melting into sweet desire.

and you definitely weren’t opposed to it either…

he was so happy to see you preen all too happy when you allowed him to press you into a presenting position with a soft hand on your back, pull your cotton panties taut to the side with his other heavy palm and let his flicking tongue do as it pleases onto your syrupy, slicking flower for a while. he is so eager, parting your petals open with gentle licks and wrapping his lips around your swollen bud, ignoring your bubbling whines and lapping until your eyes rolled shut and your liquid nectar coated his entire lower face in a wet splash, for a second time…

and yet you still had the gull to ask him in that soft voice, if you two could do this inside, like normal humans. it was confusing.

he paused and looked at the perfectly ruined sight, validating his conclusion that there was no way was he going to stop now.

not when he knows you clearly don’t mind if you were letting him suckle on your cum just seconds ago, your ass still high in the air after he practically ripped off your soiled underwear and puffy tail lifted towards the sky to not hinder his ease of licking you clean.

not when your skin looked so alive against the vibrant array of colors that glimmer in your garden after he pulled off your sheer black babydoll, pretty face cushioned against your arms beneath you and limp, folded ears laying flat against his favorite flowers, rosy lilies.

absolutely no way. you are staying right here.

it’s all natural, so why not do it in the rawest way possible?

the birds above the tall pine trees chirped in a hymnal melody you’ve grown fond of, the rays of sun painted a golden glow onto your skin and heated your back as your spine arched further, body elongating and decompressing with each rock of his hips.

you appeared as soft as you felt, and he couldn’t get enough of the way you tremble despite there being no wind within the still forest, straight adoration dilating his pupils as they gaze upon the ruffle your tail does when he snaps his hips into a specific angle.

he molds himself onto your body and he doesn't hesitate to whisper sweet nothings into your long ears, calling you all the honeyed names he could think of— or maybe even the worse one that gets you mewling into the grassy plain below, his sweet bunny.

he couldn’t care about the fact that any of the other hybrids could easily return back from their hunt and see him take the bunny in this way, no.

but how could he, when he’s incredibly deep into you? watching as his cock disappears deep in your fluttering pussy and marvel at how wet he glistens every pull out, gaze darkening as his tip catches on your opening with your hurried clench. he plunges deeper until his base squishes against your reddened rump and his balls kiss your puffed button of sensitive nerves, reveling in the sound of your weak whimpers.

he had to pause to gaze dreamily at the sight. the swell in his heart grows bigger upon the pretty sight, your arched figure framed by green wisps, flowers spreading out and bowing under your weight, jolting along with you with each press of his hips.

the thickness of your plush thighs, a bunny trait he could never not love. muscles strong and sturdy enough to keep you in this position, and catch some of the impact of his thrusts with audible plaps. the way moans fall freely from your trembling lips as you press against his thick cock, using your legs to thrust yourself back and meet his quick pace.

and that’s when he could tell you were getting closer, that you couldn’t hold on any longer, his long body bending over yours easily and hands snaking around your front. he lifts you off the soft petals, warm palms walking up your frame as if they were tracing over a delicate art piece, remembering the ridges, curves and small marks on the smooth plains of your skin. they walk over the swell of your breast and hike over your shoulders, pulling you upwards into his body because he wants you pressed closer. wanting to feel the trembles of your orgasm wash over you against his heated skin.

he falls in love with how pliable and small your features are in his hands, how much he can grip and hold onto within just one palm.

dirt digs deeper in the crest of your claws as your elbows lock and straighten, arms slightly shaking as you uphold your upper body. he lifts your head up with a hand underneath your jaw, craning your neck until your ears flap back over your messy heap of frizzy locks, draping over your upper spine. dirt brushes against his lips as they peck along your temple, strands of his messy bangs picking up more soil as his head tilts for his lips to reach lower onto your dropped jaw, your moans ringing high into the sunny skies.

they’re noises of love, appreciation, echoing throughout the billowing trees and he knows he’s giving you everything you need right now, despite how messy, how unconventional.

you’re so messy, but this is how he knows you’re supposed to be. fulfilled and taken care of in every way, your primal needs satiated with pure joy at the act of mating in the comfort of raw nature — just like a true bunny.

kisses so soft, showing his affection and appreciation to the art that is his bunny, it contradicts the tough snap of his hips that punch moans out your hoarse throat, implementing his need for ruining you as well. you’re so close, mind buzzing as loud as the bees that often visit your garden during the spring season.

and his praise doesn’t stop; your jaw still gripped in his hand, he pulls your attention towards him as his lips utter soft murmurs and meet yours occasionally between lazy syllables, wholeheartedly eating your noises of satisfaction as if they were the sweetest treat.

his teasing nature doesn’t stop either.

“my sweet bunny, so sweet, you even let yourself be mounted in your garden where anyone can see,” his airy light taunts aim to weaken your already softened bones into a melted puddle of warmed milk, voice low and soft against your love-bitten pout. “kitties have sharp eyes, bunny. what if tyunnie saw you like this, hm?” you’re pliable within his embrace, whimpering in response. it takes a while for you to actually form syllables pass those trembling lips, but when you do, it rocks his world.

“n..no.. don’t say that,”

his moan puffs out as soft as yours just from hearing the sound of your meek, breathless tone.

he clearly saying this because he knows how much you love sharing your comfort space with the feline as well, and the shock he would experience upon seeing the full act on such a sacred space would definitely be fun to see.

“why not? but what about jjunie, his prurient curiosity would be cured if he finally witnesses your true mating desires,” you attempt pulling away from his hold at the mention of the fox hybrid, head twisting but he doesn’t allow you to, your muttered curses choking as he wraps his fingers tighter around your upper jugular, keeping you still as he continues.

a low hum, almost a purr. “would you let him watch you this messy and sticky, playing on dirt?”

“d-don’t be so explic—”

“what about beommie?” he hums thoughtfully as he feels you clench tighter around his throbbing length upon hearing his words. a smile rest of his lips; yes, your pretty bear, he hums again before continuing on with the mission of making you fall apart in his arms, “would your cub like the smell of your garden tainted with our sex?”

you couldn’t respond to that at all, but he knew what you wanted to say.

it’s clear at this point that you wouldn’t mind anything anymore, whining mindlessly in that candied voice of yours, since you’re so caught up on the mind clouding sensation that slowly builds into a breaking point within you. all you felt was his small chuckle puff against your cheek before he pulls away completely, hands falling back onto your hips and lower back as he continues his pace.

“sssssss…” is all you could hiss through your clenched teeth, shut eyelids clenching tighter as you fail to formulate the syllables of his name before your head hangs again and you’re sliding back onto your forearms, face just inches away from a rose petal underneath your drooling lips.

just the sight of you falling apart so gently was enough for his own release to build up, his eyes locked on the way your ears flop forward when your neck falls limp, admiring how your shoulders hunch higher from the ecstatic feeling that coursed through your nerves and tenses your muscles.

“you’re such a soft little thing, falling apart on these pretty flowers,” his voice washes over your floppy ears in a sweet lullaby, sweetened and dripping with pure admiration. the fluffy tips were almost as red with heat as the peonies jolting underneath your stomach and you feel the affects of his praise burning your skin as your face nuzzles into your forearms, your muddled moans vibrating against your tainted flesh. he coos at the mental image of your reddened nose twitching, like it always does when you’re overly sensitive from the pleasure. “gonna cum on the camelias?”

“yes please, binnie.”

he melts at how desperate your shaky plea sounded, it’s almost exasperated and all he wants to do is give you what you need immediately.

you don’t have to tell him twice for him to already get the idea.

the saccharine sound of your croon pushes a wanton moan from his bobbing throat before he could hide it. he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth as he pumps deeper, realizing your silence afterwards was due to the same reason for his.

it’s something common between you both,

when all your attention is focused on chasing that building pleasure, neither of you want to prolong the time any longer. you fall silent upon the sudden rush, mind zeroing in on the pressure. the heat seeps in underneath your skin and melts into liquid adrenaline as his hips piston impossibly faster, and all you could do was just brace longer against the smushed petals. your spit-slicked lips puff, parting around your own forearm as your fanged teeth sink deeper into your skin, holding your breath from the force and pace of his thrusts.

just the sound of the swaying branches surrounding your cottage and the raw noises of your love making was the perfect reminder of your feral desires, sinfully beautiful in your twitching ears. his choked whimpers hide behind his pursed lips, barely audible underneath the viscous squelches of your connected sexes, and you’ve both realized the longer and louder it gets, the harder it was fighting back these inevitable noises.

the restraint grows harder as he fucks you closer towards the sweet release, your eyebrows furrowing in blissful agony, rising like the edge of your impending orgasm.

the lightheaded feeling was euphoric and you’re merely a shaking leaf by the time the pleasure attacks your body in an unexpected pop of pressure, the only thing ringing in your ears being the wet smacks of skin.

then your mind reels in; nerve ending sparking as you focus on everything that’s gotten you into this point, how his slightly rough push and pull feels—

he’s thick, stretching your walls taut around his girth in a heavenly manner- filling you in perfectly, fitting comfortably as each pump fills clouds your mushy thoughts with desperate desire, almost feral. a sudden flipped switch rendering you speechless at the feeling of your boyfriend satiating your need, it’s almost purely animalistic.

it’s when he angles further down and the head of his cock pets over your g-spot that you finally crumble. he grazes over your sweet spot over and over again, until a high cry fills in the empty spaces between each audible smack of skin, jaw completely slacking as your held breath empties your lungs in a raw, unrestrained moan.

and once you come undone, he’s hissing through his fanged teeth, hands gripping tighter and fingers pressing bruising indents into your supple flesh as he feels the constricting vice of your walls tightening around his cock. he tastes metallic iron on his tongue when he lowers his gaze back onto your hips, his lip bruising between his bared teeth.

wet and glistening in the sunlight, you felt a chill overtake your body as your body falls boneless just like he wanted, thighs fully shaking as slick liquid squirts outwards everytime he pulls his hips away before rutting back in.

he follows not long after, his hands planting flat on the ground by your head and nails clawing into the dirt as his rhythm spasms with the help of your sticky release. from the ground, your blurry eyes flutter open and gaze upon a shadow of his frame, his lax ears flopping forward and broad shoulders blocking your back from the sun as he leans closer. his hips snap once more before his jaw slacks with a deep moan, releasing his load in shallow pumps, thick ropes painting your walls and rimming around his base as he nudges impossibly closer.

you feel overwhelmingly full everytime with him, but he stays there to make it stick.

god, he wants it to stick, so fucking bad.

he prays to the orchid petals that rest underneath your drooped ears.

there was so much of his seed that it bubbles out from where he’s still sitting comfortably deep inside you, trickling down the veins underside his length and drips down to his balls, seeping further down with gravity until it’s clinging onto the tip of your twitching clit. you can feel it collect on your sensitive flesh until it was heavy enough to fall onto the soil below your hips as a droplet, stringy like fruit nectar.

and none of you move an inch for a while, giving you an opportunity to bask in the moment.

you wish to stay like this forever, nuzzling into the pressed flowers that litter everywhere underneath your arched figure, connect with nature and get courted— mated in ways you’ve been yearning for, for weeks. the earth thrums underneath your palms, pulsing like the accelerated beat of your heart and in rhythm of his light ruts. it’s dirty in every way, ways that would even be a bit skeptical for the other hybrids.

but can you truly be at blame?

you’re just merely a bunny.

and he knows you.

with a long string of whispered curses and tender praises, he milks both of your releases with shallow grinds for long enough before it reaches the brink of unbearable overstimulation, watching as you fall out of that high and into a cloud of fuzzy haze.

a beat of time froze as the birds continue to chirp loud and clear.

soft pants and audible whines were all that was left of you both, falling limp, your knees sliding easier against the now dampened dirt as his hips press flush against your ass, rutting deeper and pushing you further down onto the bed of flowers. he can feel your tail ruffling with satisfaction against his lower navel as he drapes his lean body over yours, littering pecks onto every inch of your spine as you bask in the post glow, preening and nudging deeper in response to your rising purrs.

it’s true, he knows how to take care of his bunny, because it’s what you both need.

he knows it’s what you both wanted and what you both desired, down to the most primal instinct.

he knows that sometimes it’s necessary to let loose and fall prey to your animalistic traits, satisfy the feral feeling for a moment.

the breaking point before a reset.

soobin was itching for this, yearning, waiting for the right moment and catching it on time— when he knew you were pining, craving it too.

he knew from the moment you blinked at him with rounded eyes right as the last hybrid locked the front gate and waved him goodbye, running off after the others for their hunt and leaving you both alone,

the only two bunnies.

his own puff-ball tail ruffles with glee as pride overrides all other emotions within his hormones, his hands kneading your soft skin, soiling the tan flesh with more dirt from his palms.

he wants for you to have a simple life, live happily in the warmth of your shared cottage and he’s always in dire need to show his love for you. it’s an overwhelming need, and what better way than to express it by connecting in the best way possible on these flowers?

don’t think he didn’t know the meanings of each flower you’ve planted in your garden. of course he was going to catch onto your subtle signs, being the attentive bunny you’ve fell in love with.