loser

The realisation has your body still.

Your limbs growing taut as you finally grasped a hold of the horrifying situation.

There's— There's a strange man…!

And he's naked, sleeping in your house, on your bed, in the place of your cute pet bunny like this is completely fine, like this is common occurrence, like everything is normal— when it clearly fucking wasn't!

The only appropriate response is to scream— and you do just that.

The noise of your terror is shrill.

Piercing.

Ear-splitting— straight out of an r-rated horror film.

You kick and thrash and flail all at once, sight growing blurry with adrenaline as your fear quickly became your strength. And whilst you're under the pitiful conception that your efforts have an effect, to the unknown man, your abrupt movements are nothing more than an inconvenience.

You're squirming comes to a short pause when he, the strange man with pale hair — a shade that bares an awful resemblance to your pet's fur — makes a noise of disapproval.

It's a deep rumble, travelling through your chest and down your spine. A warning sign that you do not heed to, something you quickly come to regret when your actions pull an averse reaction out of him. His grip around your waist tightened instantly, the act immobilising your writhing figure which then urged him to snuggle closer into your neck.

He does it so effortlessly, so readily, as if it were no more than common practice, a behaviour that was so frighteningly familiar, it has your heart sink with disbelief.

Just who the hell was he, acting like this was nothing out of ordinary?

"G-Get, get off of me!"

The man let out another low grunt when you tried to pull away from him again, his annoyance accompanied with a short huff, one that sent a bout of unease to your stomach.

It was like playing a one-sided game of tug of war, you trying to escape his vice-like clutch whilst he merely groaned with displeasure and squeezed you near half to death.

Fuck, if the weight of him on top of you was this suffocating, you didn't even wanna imagine what kind of state your pet bunny would've been in considering he'd been peacefully sleeping on top of you.

Most likely bull-dozed under this hunk of a man.

"Ugh— you're crushing- my bunny—!"

You managed to get out with a heavy wheeze, still trying to put some much needed distance between the two of you. Your endeavours, for the very first time this morning, finally have some kind of effect on him. Albeit a very small one.

He perks up at your words, his earlier fatigue now nowhere to be found as he peered down at your twisting features through heavy-lidded eyes. A quaint shade of crimson, resembling rubies with their dull glimmer, greeted you in their full glory.

You gasped, mouth gaping as their familiarity dawned upon you.

There's no way—!

Just because he has hair and eyes that were terribly similar to your pet bunny, and a unique mannerism that you could recognise anywhere, just because of that— there's just no way… right?

You were very clearly jumping to conclusions!

"Bunny…?" Your voice trembled against yourself, lips wobbling as tears gathered in your lash line against your will. "My… my cute Bun-Bun..?"

It was almost comical how his nose twitched at the endearment, you could practically see flowers blooming around him as he flopped his head back down onto you, his temple pressing close to your lips as if waiting for something— something you only ever did with your furball…

He wanted you to coddle him with morning kisses and head scratches…!

But you couldn't do that— there was absolutely no way you could do that! This was a man!

Well, a hot man, but a man nonetheless!

Not your cute bunny!

There was a big difference between kissing your pet as opposed to kissing a whole ass man! You weren't exactly ready to cross that line yet!

And the longer you spent contemplating all this, the larger the risk of angering your spoiled bunny grew. And an angered bunny was not what you needed right now, not when you had only just replaced your previously chewed charger.

You needed to make a decision, and you needed to make it quick.

Ugh!

Eyes scrunching shut with fluster, you gathered your courage, lips puckering up as they readied themselves to plant a short but sweet peck on his pale hair. What you didn't account for, however, was how short his fuse actually was.

So imagine your surprise, when your lips didn't meet the soft tress of hair like you'd mentally prepared for, but instead, they were greeted with another pair of soft lips.

To your bunny's standard, you had taken far too long to shower him in your morning affections. And as a result, his frustrations grew, which had led him to face you with arguably the cutest expression of fury.

And, well, it didn't take a full blown genius to put two and two together— you'd crashed straight into his lips!

"Mmph—!"

Your heart nearly clawed its way out of your throat when you felt his tongue push past your lips. This, was not something you ever did with your bunny!

His head tilted to the side, teeth clashing and nose pressing against yours as he reached deeper into your wet cavern, chasing after something you couldn't quite put a name to.

A soft mewl left you in tandem, the noise of your pleasure swallowed by the greedy man on top of you. You nearly let yourself fall victim to your desires, those of which have been fuelling with frustration after your recent break up, only to snap out of it when you felt something hard press against your inner thighs.

He— he's hard!

Your ears flushed with embarrassment at the implication of his little — or big — situation, the realisation that he was still very naked striking you once more. And haunted with what you'd just done, your vigour grew. Your hands freed themselves from his now loosened confines, before they reached over to his broad shoulders and pushed.

"Ngh-!"

Your lips parted with effort, the only evidence of your indulgence visible in the thin strand of saliva that lewdly connected the two of you together.

"Put some…" You heaved, cheeks flushing as you tried to collect your breath that was cruelly stolen from you by the now hovering and guilty man. Your gaze wandered despite yourself, taking in his sculpted muscles that were littered with familiar scars identical to the ones your bunny had.

He really is.. him.

Your scrutiny was cut short when he tried to reach back down to you, his erection becoming very visible under your curious stare.

"Kyaa! Put some clothes on!"

There was no way this hot man was your pet bunny!

You couldn't be more wrong.

This man, six feet and three inches of pure muscle, was definitely your pet bunny.

There was no mistaking it.

Just because he now towered over you with his ridiculously attractive form, it didn't change that fact.

And if you refused to acknowledge it, then you were simply in denial.

Because there was nothing quite as spoiled as your pet bunny. You knew that, your friends knew that, God— even your fucking mailman knew that. But this man, Bunny — as you've resolved to call him considering it was the only thing that seemed to catch his attention — came very close. In fact, it wouldn't be a stretch to say he was more spoiled than your little fur-ball.

For one, you tried to put his very naked self into some clothes, namely your ex's clothing given that they were the closest thing to fitting him. But Bunny took one small, barely conspicuous sniff at the garments, and his face grew contorted with displeasure. He then turned away from you, stomped his feet like a child throwing a hissy fit, and refused to put them on.

You damn near lost your mind, did that mean you had to sacrifice your clothes in the name of shame and modesty?

It did.

Since he harshly rejected your ex's clothes, you had no choice but to resort to yours. And it would've been easy to just deal with loose or teared clothes, but Bunny still hadn't forgiven you for having the nerve to offer him that other man's clothes.

You had to coddle him, run your hands through his hair and across his back with ardent affections, cup his puffed out cheeks and shower him with countless wet kisses whilst calling him all sorts of sweet but stupid endearments just to get him to look at you!

You've never regretted spoiling your Bunny more than now, because now it meant he had standards reaching the skies.

Maybe you should've heeded to you ex's words, he had always mentioned how you were spoiling the animal too much. At that time, you thought he'd been jealous of the furball receiving your love, but maybe, he was looking out for me..?

No, that would just be ridiculous.

Though, that ridiculous thought didn't seem so ridiculous now, did it?

And so, the only possible solution you could come up with to deal with his spoiled nature was to… wean him off of your affections…

Oh, it was so stupid. But you were truly under the impression that it would work. You really were.

Imagine your surprise, or lack thereof, when that went terribly wrong.

Bunny was absolutely furious to receive your silence. No longer having you in the palm of his hand to snuggle into as he leeched onto your warmth was hell.

So he did what he always did, throw a temper tantrum to have you pamper him once more. If you wanted to suddenly start ignoring him, then he would make it so that you couldn't.

Yeah, sure, you payed no mind to chewed cables and torn furniture, but what if he walked around you naked?

You couldn't possibly ignore that, could you?

And thus, Bunny refused to wear any clothes around you, even if they were yours. Choosing to roam around your home in absolutely nothing, something you could not turn a blind eye to.

His plan worked, like always.

Left with no choice, you were reduced to a pathetic, bumbling mess.

Heeding to every one of his wishes, as outrageous as each may be, became your national sport. And Bunny, realising the lengths of his special privileges, took it up a notch.

Whenever you locked yourself in the bathroom for some much needed privacy, he was hot on your tail. Knocking, scratching and thumping on the door for entry — the threat of his destruction loomed, and weak to your will, you had no choice but to let him in.

You couldn't shower in peace, no, you couldn't even shower at all!

How the hell were you supposed to? When he just stood there, watching you with dull and hazy eyes, his gaze tracking every one of your movements with rapt intrigue.

It was impossible!

So you just awkwardly stood there too, under the shower head, tap running, and still in your clothes — because what did it matter if you were still dressed when he did the undressing for you with his bedroom eyes?

No seriously, what else were you supposed to fucking do?

Strip in front of the insanely attractive man and just shower as if he wasn't quite literally sporting a fucking hard-on?!

Maybe if he was still your pet bunny you would've payed it no mind — partly because you'd already done that before — but you couldn't now!

And your sudden aversion made no sense to him.

Because Bunny had already seen you naked before, he'd seen it all. When he was still a fur ball with a pass to roam freely wherever he wished. It was not out of ordinary for him to just watch you bathe yourself, you'd let him do it plenty of times.

Hell, you'd even encouraged it!

Going as far bringing him a chair where he could comfortably lay on so the both of you could spend 'quality time' together.

So what the hell was with your reluctance now?

He just couldn't bring himself to understand, and worst of all, he couldn't fucking tolerate it.

And so, like he did to anything that displeased him, Bunny decided to tackle the root of the problem.

He'd join you, or rather, he'd corner you in the shower or tower over you in the tub, whichever you decided to choose, body flush against yours and face nuzzled into your proximity as he then urged you to groom him clean — a trait you later found bunnies did to assert their dominance.

Though ignorant to that fact beforehand, you didn't think much of it and cleaned him thoroughly. Fingers lost in the tress of his pale hair, you'd begin by massaging his roots with intense focus, before letting them slip low and wander about with a curious mind of their own. You'd mindlessly trace his deep scars, the ones all over him, on his arms, his chest and his face with the ghost of a feather.

Bunny's expression was always fixed into one of pure bliss when under your hands' ministrations, and the sight pulled on your heartstrings more than you liked to admit. Even though he was now a man, he still behaved much like he did when he was your pet.

It was so cute, until he then tugged at your clothes like it was now your turn. You'd fought back, obviously, gallant and valiant as you tried desperately to keep them on, but your endeavours were for nought, your efforts in vain. For the man, using either his teeth or monstrous strength, teared them off of you with unbecoming ease.

You'd learnt pretty quickly from then on that there was no use in fighting him, it was just easier to let him get his way — your growing pile of destroyed belongings a rather telling tale.

And much to your chagrin or relief, you weren't sure which of the two, he didn't help wash you up at all — that would be a humiliating sign of his submission towards you — rather, he settled into your warmth. Choosing to tuck his nose snug into your jugular and inhale the scent of you, something he couldn't get quite enough of.

With his weight toppled over you, no signs of him leaving discernible, you were left with no choice but to indulge in his wishes. Either running your fingers through his hair like before or over the ridges of his thick muscles as he hummed with delight.

The shared moment was strangely peaceful, but the instant you slowed down or showed any signs of stopping, he'd whine and huff and bite at your skin, refusing to latch off until you resumed your affections or placated him with endless kisses. Left with no choice but to comply, you heeded to every one of his demands as audacious as they may be.

And when he finally did unlatch from you, reluctantly at that, you were left to suffer with the bruises of his possession. Visible markings would mar the surface of your flesh, the kind that bloomed into shades of purple and were later very curiously questioned on by others.

Bunny wasn't just a headache because he caused you emotional stress and reputational damage, he was an even bigger pain the ass because he was running you into credit card debt.

If as a furball he was eating enough to feed a football team, then his appetite as a human was probably the leading cause of world hunger.

"Say aah—!" You drawled out sweetly, a carrot in your hand as you gently urged him to open his mouth.

That's right, as if his bottomless pit of a stomach wasn't enough, Bunny refused to eat if you didn't feed it to him directly.

Crunch.

His head barely lifted from your shoulder as he took a bite of the root vegetable, whining softly when you took a moment too long to continue scratching the nape of his neck.

"That was a big bite!" You cooed, planting a wet kiss on his rounded cheek as he chewed. "My Bun-Bun is such a good boy!"

You had to compliment him after each bite too, reward him with a smooch for being 'such a good Bunny' and touch him in some kind of way— because the one time you didn't do that, he ended up chewing through your lacy panties that you didn't even know you still had!

They were at the bottom of your hamper, so you'd half forgotten they existed, but still! What man digs through a pile of dirty laundry and destroys panties of all things just to express his irritation?

Only Bunny would, and considering how he was technically a rabbit who liked digging, it wasn't that surprising he still had some of his animal instincts left over. So you being you, just chalked it up to Bunny being, well, your pet bunny.

You were about to feed him another bite, only to blink with stupor when you heard the bell of your apartment ring. Carrot hovering near his wide and awaiting mouth, you racked your brain for who could possibly be visiting you at this late hour.

Bunny let out a low growl from where he was sitting on your lap, his legs immediately tightening around your waist with quiet warning as his eyes narrowed with obvious displeasure. One look at his furrowed expression and you could practically see the new pyjama set you bought ripped into tatters.

"Bunny, I'm sorry— but um… would you please get off me for one moment..?"

He didn't move from his very comfortable spot on you, choosing to ignore you and huff with disapproval into your collarbone instead.

"Please?" You begged, kissing the corners of his mouth with wide and pleading eyes as your thumb rubbed across the swell of his cheeks.

Bunny watched you from the corner of his eyes, the glint of a small thought forming in them as he took in your desperation. Whilst he was a spoiled little brat who enjoyed terrorising you any chance he got, you were still his favourite human.

You may not have realised this while having to deal with his bullshit, but Bunny was weak to you just as much as you were to him.

In one swift moment, he flopped off of you and landed beside you on the couch with a thump. His silent approval, rare and genuine, warmed your heart, pulling a soft smile out of you. One Bunny quickly turned to avoid with a low grunt— the kind that urged you to hurry whilst he was still patient.

"Thank you, Bunny!" You cheered, standing to your feet, though not before giving his head a little pat. "I'll be back soon."

That's what you promised, but one look at your uninvited visitor and that may as well just have been lip service.

"What are you doing here?" You spat, arms crossing defensively as you took in the rather distasteful sight of your ex.

Just what the hell was he doing here?

"Babe—"

"Don't call me that!" You snapped, one hand flying to grab the edge of your door as the other shook by your side. "We… broke up, so please just—."

However, the man before you was quick to notice your intentions. And before you could shut the door in his face, he grabbed a hold of your arm and pulled, knocking you off of your balance.

"Stop being so stubborn!" He grunted with effort, clearly caught off guard with your unusual boost of energy.

You've never been like this before, since when did you learn to fight back?

"Let go—!" Panic shot up your throat as his grip on your arm tightened. The heat of his grimy touch searing your flesh, a feeling you hadn't felt since dating him. "Please—"

And as if hearing your desperation from afar, an arm you've lately become familiar with snaked itself around your waist.

Unlike your ex's, his touch brought you comfort, a mellow warmth you couldn't replicate with just anything.

"Bunny…!" You sniffed, immediate relief flooding you as he pulled you flush against him, your back slotting in his chest with ease.

Bunny didn't reply back to you, instead, he tucked your head beneath his chin in quiet acknowledgement and held you close like he always did. Gaze fixed forward, he stood to his full height and sized down the man intruding on his territory.

Your ex quickly grew alarmed under Bunny's scrutiny, though he tried, and pathetically so, to appear as if the six feet and three inches of pure muscle didn't frighten him.

"Who—Who, who the hell are you?!"

And again, Bunny didn't respond to your ex, though his displeased expression spoke in its stead. His narrowed eyes lingered on the man's hand, namely the way it had still yet to detach from your arm.

Bunny's arm around your waist wandered, trailing low around your hips and pushing you further into his proximity while the other grabbed a hold of the man's wrist.

"Argh—!"

Pain immediately painted his face in a hideous hue, a show of Bunny's unusual strength, one you've never been subjected to despite however many times you've ' irritated' Bunny.

"I—I'll leave! I'll go- damn it!"

Your ex's grip on your arm loosened on instinct, and Bunny was quick to take advantage of the fact. He let go of the man's wrist, quickly replacing it with your now freed arm and pulling you out of the door-frame's way.

The door swung shut, a reverberating bang that was tensely followed with eerie silence.

"…."

You gulped, dread growing in the pit of your stomach as you tried to make sense of the situation— something you were unable to do given how you couldn't even see Bunny's expression.

His grip hasn't left your arm either, and his breathing has only gotten heavier behind you, the heat of his breath fanning your neck with the threat of something.

Bunny has always had quite the good memory, there's no way he'd forget what just happened— let alone forgive you for it. To even consider otherwise is just plain stupid, and the mere thought of receiving his silence shatters your heart.

You turn to face him before you realise, your free hand reaching to cup his face with desperation you aren't aware you're capable of, only to stop when he refuses to meet you.

"Bunny, I—"

The reaction you fear doesn't come. Not in irate huffs, or stomping feet, or crossed arms. No, nothing of the sort.

Bunny's gaze is just so sad as he stares off into the distance, his expression contorted with intense confusion, like he can't figure out something he craves so deeply to understand.

"Bunny..?" Your voice trails of unsurely, your hand hovering with just as much certainty.

He finally turns to face you, or namely your arm that he'd still yet to let go of, and what he does next— has your stomach lurch.

"B-Bunny—?!"

He's licking your arm, slobbering all over the flesh of your limb with the instinct of an animal grooming its beloved.

Your fluster goes ignored, though the spike in your pulse doesn't go unnoticed by the large man before you, his darkening eyes a telling sign of his growing desires.

Bunny stares at you, unblinking and lust-glazed as he approaches your proximity with the nature of a veteran. Swift, effortless, and readily— like he knows what he's doing. Like he's seen you do it so many times before that it has now become a part of his strange nature.

"Hah—" you let out a soft sigh, your thighs clenching against yourself, a pit of need growing in your core as he littered your exposed skin with countless opened mouth kisses— covering you in his scent.

Bruises are bound to grow with how hard he bites at the flesh, but the pain eases into pleasure as he licks at the teared skin with uncontainable reverence. His desire leaks through just as much as yours, you feel it in the way he presses against you, a short friction that only fuels your longing.

His lips wander at an agonising pace, from your ears to your neck, your neck to your collarbone— and they travel lower and lower. Bunny has reached your stomach before you know it, and he stops for a short moment, just staring at you with dilated eyes. There's intention behind them, and you can only whine with desperation as the moment of tension lengthens into eternity.

The air smells different. Sweeter.

Enticing.

Your pheromones are running haywire, Bunny notices, of course he does. The faint twitch of his nose as he picks up on the change in your scent is obvious— he can see your chest heave from anticipation and your eyes glaze with the hope of release.

It's so blatantly clear that you're aroused— and Bunny wants nothing more than to breed you full of his essence.

But he doesn't just do as he pleases this time.

This time, he waits for your words of permission with patience that is unbecoming of him.

"Bunny…"

Your voice is soft as you address him, breathy and mellifluous as they charge the air with palpable tension. Grabbing the lengths of his short hair, you pull him flush against you, pressing his face close to the heat of your need.

"Will you…" Lashes fluttering, you met his gaze head on, a small smile growing on your lips as you awaited for his reaction.

"Will you show me how bunnies show their affection?"

GRRRR THIS IS TWO REQUESTS IN ONEEEE

The realisation has your body still.

Your limbs growing taut as you finally grasped a hold of the horrifying situation.

There's— There's a strange man…!

And he's naked, sleeping in your house, on your bed, in the place of your cute pet bunny like this is completely fine, like this is common occurrence, like everything is normal— when it clearly fucking wasn't!

The only appropriate response is to scream— and you do just that.

The noise of your terror is shrill.

Piercing.

Ear-splitting— straight out of an r-rated horror film.

You kick and thrash and flail all at once, sight growing blurry with adrenaline as your fear quickly became your strength. And whilst you're under the pitiful conception that your efforts have an effect, to the unknown man, your abrupt movements are nothing more than an inconvenience.

You're squirming comes to a short pause when he, the strange man with pale hair — a shade that bares an awful resemblance to your pet's fur — makes a noise of disapproval.

It's a deep rumble, travelling through your chest and down your spine. A warning sign that you do not heed to, something you quickly come to regret when your actions pull an averse reaction out of him. His grip around your waist tightened instantly, the act immobilising your writhing figure which then urged him to snuggle closer into your neck.

He does it so effortlessly, so readily, as if it were no more than common practice, a behaviour that was so frighteningly familiar, it has your heart sink with disbelief.

Just who the hell was he, acting like this was nothing out of ordinary?

"G-Get, get off of me!"

The man let out another low grunt when you tried to pull away from him again, his annoyance accompanied with a short huff, one that sent a bout of unease to your stomach.

It was like playing a one-sided game of tug of war, you trying to escape his vice-like clutch whilst he merely groaned with displeasure and squeezed you near half to death.

Fuck, if the weight of him on top of you was this suffocating, you didn't even wanna imagine what kind of state your pet bunny would've been in considering he'd been peacefully sleeping on top of you.

Most likely bull-dozed under this hunk of a man.

"Ugh— you're crushing- my bunny—!"

You managed to get out with a heavy wheeze, still trying to put some much needed distance between the two of you. Your endeavours, for the very first time this morning, finally have some kind of effect on him. Albeit a very small one.

He perks up at your words, his earlier fatigue now nowhere to be found as he peered down at your twisting features through heavy-lidded eyes. A quaint shade of crimson, resembling rubies with their dull glimmer, greeted you in their full glory.

You gasped, mouth gaping as their familiarity dawned upon you.

There's no way—!

Just because he has hair and eyes that were terribly similar to your pet bunny, and a unique mannerism that you could recognise anywhere, just because of that— there's just no way… right?

You were very clearly jumping to conclusions!

"Bunny…?" Your voice trembled against yourself, lips wobbling as tears gathered in your lash line against your will. "My… my cute Bun-Bun..?"

It was almost comical how his nose twitched at the endearment, you could practically see flowers blooming around him as he flopped his head back down onto you, his temple pressing close to your lips as if waiting for something— something you only ever did with your furball…

He wanted you to coddle him with morning kisses and head scratches…!

But you couldn't do that— there was absolutely no way you could do that! This was a man!

Well, a hot man, but a man nonetheless!

Not your cute bunny!

There was a big difference between kissing your pet as opposed to kissing a whole ass man! You weren't exactly ready to cross that line yet!

And the longer you spent contemplating all this, the larger the risk of angering your spoiled bunny grew. And an angered bunny was not what you needed right now, not when you had only just replaced your previously chewed charger.

You needed to make a decision, and you needed to make it quick.

Ugh!

Eyes scrunching shut with fluster, you gathered your courage, lips puckering up as they readied themselves to plant a short but sweet peck on his pale hair. What you didn't account for, however, was how short his fuse actually was.

So imagine your surprise, when your lips didn't meet the soft tress of hair like you'd mentally prepared for, but instead, they were greeted with another pair of soft lips.

To your bunny's standard, you had taken far too long to shower him in your morning affections. And as a result, his frustrations grew, which had led him to face you with arguably the cutest expression of fury.

And, well, it didn't take a full blown genius to put two and two together— you'd crashed straight into his lips!

"Mmph—!"

Your heart nearly clawed its way out of your throat when you felt his tongue push past your lips. This, was not something you ever did with your bunny!

His head tilted to the side, teeth clashing and nose pressing against yours as he reached deeper into your wet cavern, chasing after something you couldn't quite put a name to.

A soft mewl left you in tandem, the noise of your pleasure swallowed by the greedy man on top of you. You nearly let yourself fall victim to your desires, those of which have been fuelling with frustration after your recent break up, only to snap out of it when you felt something hard press against your inner thighs.

He— he's hard!

Your ears flushed with embarrassment at the implication of his little — or big — situation, the realisation that he was still very naked striking you once more. And haunted with what you'd just done, your vigour grew. Your hands freed themselves from his now loosened confines, before they reached over to his broad shoulders and pushed.

"Ngh-!"

Your lips parted with effort, the only evidence of your indulgence visible in the thin strand of saliva that lewdly connected the two of you together.

"Put some…" You heaved, cheeks flushing as you tried to collect your breath that was cruelly stolen from you by the now hovering and guilty man. Your gaze wandered despite yourself, taking in his sculpted muscles that were littered with familiar scars identical to the ones your bunny had.

He really is.. him.

Your scrutiny was cut short when he tried to reach back down to you, his erection becoming very visible under your curious stare.

"Kyaa! Put some clothes on!"

There was no way this hot man was your pet bunny!

You couldn't be more wrong.

This man, six feet and three inches of pure muscle, was definitely your pet bunny.

There was no mistaking it.

Just because he now towered over you with his ridiculously attractive form, it didn't change that fact.

And if you refused to acknowledge it, then you were simply in denial.

Because there was nothing quite as spoiled as your pet bunny. You knew that, your friends knew that, God— even your fucking mailman knew that. But this man, Bunny — as you've resolved to call him considering it was the only thing that seemed to catch his attention — came very close. In fact, it wouldn't be a stretch to say he was more spoiled than your little fur-ball.

For one, you tried to put his very naked self into some clothes, namely your ex's clothing given that they were the closest thing to fitting him. But Bunny took one small, barely conspicuous sniff at the garments, and his face grew contorted with displeasure. He then turned away from you, stomped his feet like a child throwing a hissy fit, and refused to put them on.

You damn near lost your mind, did that mean you had to sacrifice your clothes in the name of shame and modesty?

It did.

Since he harshly rejected your ex's clothes, you had no choice but to resort to yours. And it would've been easy to just deal with loose or teared clothes, but Bunny still hadn't forgiven you for having the nerve to offer him that other man's clothes.

You had to coddle him, run your hands through his hair and across his back with ardent affections, cup his puffed out cheeks and shower him with countless wet kisses whilst calling him all sorts of sweet but stupid endearments just to get him to look at you!

You've never regretted spoiling your Bunny more than now, because now it meant he had standards reaching the skies.

Maybe you should've heeded to you ex's words, he had always mentioned how you were spoiling the animal too much. At that time, you thought he'd been jealous of the furball receiving your love, but maybe, he was looking out for me..?

No, that would just be ridiculous.

Though, that ridiculous thought didn't seem so ridiculous now, did it?

And so, the only possible solution you could come up with to deal with his spoiled nature was to… wean him off of your affections…

Oh, it was so stupid. But you were truly under the impression that it would work. You really were.

Imagine your surprise, or lack thereof, when that went terribly wrong.

Bunny was absolutely furious to receive your silence. No longer having you in the palm of his hand to snuggle into as he leeched onto your warmth was hell.

So he did what he always did, throw a temper tantrum to have you pamper him once more. If you wanted to suddenly start ignoring him, then he would make it so that you couldn't.

Yeah, sure, you payed no mind to chewed cables and torn furniture, but what if he walked around you naked?

You couldn't possibly ignore that, could you?

And thus, Bunny refused to wear any clothes around you, even if they were yours. Choosing to roam around your home in absolutely nothing, something you could not turn a blind eye to.

His plan worked, like always.

Left with no choice, you were reduced to a pathetic, bumbling mess.

Heeding to every one of his wishes, as outrageous as each may be, became your national sport. And Bunny, realising the lengths of his special privileges, took it up a notch.

Whenever you locked yourself in the bathroom for some much needed privacy, he was hot on your tail. Knocking, scratching and thumping on the door for entry — the threat of his destruction loomed, and weak to your will, you had no choice but to let him in.

You couldn't shower in peace, no, you couldn't even shower at all!

How the hell were you supposed to? When he just stood there, watching you with dull and hazy eyes, his gaze tracking every one of your movements with rapt intrigue.

It was impossible!

So you just awkwardly stood there too, under the shower head, tap running, and still in your clothes — because what did it matter if you were still dressed when he did the undressing for you with his bedroom eyes?

No seriously, what else were you supposed to fucking do?

Strip in front of the insanely attractive man and just shower as if he wasn't quite literally sporting a fucking hard-on?!

Maybe if he was still your pet bunny you would've payed it no mind — partly because you'd already done that before — but you couldn't now!

And your sudden aversion made no sense to him.

Because Bunny had already seen you naked before, he'd seen it all. When he was still a fur ball with a pass to roam freely wherever he wished. It was not out of ordinary for him to just watch you bathe yourself, you'd let him do it plenty of times.

Hell, you'd even encouraged it!

Going as far bringing him a chair where he could comfortably lay on so the both of you could spend 'quality time' together.

So what the hell was with your reluctance now?

He just couldn't bring himself to understand, and worst of all, he couldn't fucking tolerate it.

And so, like he did to anything that displeased him, Bunny decided to tackle the root of the problem.

He'd join you, or rather, he'd corner you in the shower or tower over you in the tub, whichever you decided to choose, body flush against yours and face nuzzled into your proximity as he then urged you to groom him clean — a trait you later found bunnies did to assert their dominance.

Though ignorant to that fact beforehand, you didn't think much of it and cleaned him thoroughly. Fingers lost in the tress of his pale hair, you'd begin by massaging his roots with intense focus, before letting them slip low and wander about with a curious mind of their own. You'd mindlessly trace his deep scars, the ones all over him, on his arms, his chest and his face with the ghost of a feather.

Bunny's expression was always fixed into one of pure bliss when under your hands' ministrations, and the sight pulled on your heartstrings more than you liked to admit. Even though he was now a man, he still behaved much like he did when he was your pet.

It was so cute, until he then tugged at your clothes like it was now your turn. You'd fought back, obviously, gallant and valiant as you tried desperately to keep them on, but your endeavours were for nought, your efforts in vain. For the man, using either his teeth or monstrous strength, teared them off of you with unbecoming ease.

You'd learnt pretty quickly from then on that there was no use in fighting him, it was just easier to let him get his way — your growing pile of destroyed belongings a rather telling tale.

And much to your chagrin or relief, you weren't sure which of the two, he didn't help wash you up at all — that would be a humiliating sign of his submission towards you — rather, he settled into your warmth. Choosing to tuck his nose snug into your jugular and inhale the scent of you, something he couldn't get quite enough of.

With his weight toppled over you, no signs of him leaving discernible, you were left with no choice but to indulge in his wishes. Either running your fingers through his hair like before or over the ridges of his thick muscles as he hummed with delight.

The shared moment was strangely peaceful, but the instant you slowed down or showed any signs of stopping, he'd whine and huff and bite at your skin, refusing to latch off until you resumed your affections or placated him with endless kisses. Left with no choice but to comply, you heeded to every one of his demands as audacious as they may be.

And when he finally did unlatch from you, reluctantly at that, you were left to suffer with the bruises of his possession. Visible markings would mar the surface of your flesh, the kind that bloomed into shades of purple and were later very curiously questioned on by others.

Bunny wasn't just a headache because he caused you emotional stress and reputational damage, he was an even bigger pain the ass because he was running you into credit card debt.

If as a furball he was eating enough to feed a football team, then his appetite as a human was probably the leading cause of world hunger.

"Say aah—!" You drawled out sweetly, a carrot in your hand as you gently urged him to open his mouth.

That's right, as if his bottomless pit of a stomach wasn't enough, Bunny refused to eat if you didn't feed it to him directly.

Crunch.

His head barely lifted from your shoulder as he took a bite of the root vegetable, whining softly when you took a moment too long to continue scratching the nape of his neck.

"That was a big bite!" You cooed, planting a wet kiss on his rounded cheek as he chewed. "My Bun-Bun is such a good boy!"

You had to compliment him after each bite too, reward him with a smooch for being 'such a good Bunny' and touch him in some kind of way— because the one time you didn't do that, he ended up chewing through your lacy panties that you didn't even know you still had!

They were at the bottom of your hamper, so you'd half forgotten they existed, but still! What man digs through a pile of dirty laundry and destroys panties of all things just to express his irritation?

Only Bunny would, and considering how he was technically a rabbit who liked digging, it wasn't that surprising he still had some of his animal instincts left over. So you being you, just chalked it up to Bunny being, well, your pet bunny.

You were about to feed him another bite, only to blink with stupor when you heard the bell of your apartment ring. Carrot hovering near his wide and awaiting mouth, you racked your brain for who could possibly be visiting you at this late hour.

Bunny let out a low growl from where he was sitting on your lap, his legs immediately tightening around your waist with quiet warning as his eyes narrowed with obvious displeasure. One look at his furrowed expression and you could practically see the new pyjama set you bought ripped into tatters.

"Bunny, I'm sorry— but um… would you please get off me for one moment..?"

He didn't move from his very comfortable spot on you, choosing to ignore you and huff with disapproval into your collarbone instead.

"Please?" You begged, kissing the corners of his mouth with wide and pleading eyes as your thumb rubbed across the swell of his cheeks.

Bunny watched you from the corner of his eyes, the glint of a small thought forming in them as he took in your desperation. Whilst he was a spoiled little brat who enjoyed terrorising you any chance he got, you were still his favourite human.

You may not have realised this while having to deal with his bullshit, but Bunny was weak to you just as much as you were to him.

In one swift moment, he flopped off of you and landed beside you on the couch with a thump. His silent approval, rare and genuine, warmed your heart, pulling a soft smile out of you. One Bunny quickly turned to avoid with a low grunt— the kind that urged you to hurry whilst he was still patient.

"Thank you, Bunny!" You cheered, standing to your feet, though not before giving his head a little pat. "I'll be back soon."

That's what you promised, but one look at your uninvited visitor and that may as well just have been lip service.

"What are you doing here?" You spat, arms crossing defensively as you took in the rather distasteful sight of your ex.

Just what the hell was he doing here?

"Babe—"

"Don't call me that!" You snapped, one hand flying to grab the edge of your door as the other shook by your side. "We… broke up, so please just—."

However, the man before you was quick to notice your intentions. And before you could shut the door in his face, he grabbed a hold of your arm and pulled, knocking you off of your balance.

"Stop being so stubborn!" He grunted with effort, clearly caught off guard with your unusual boost of energy.

You've never been like this before, since when did you learn to fight back?

"Let go—!" Panic shot up your throat as his grip on your arm tightened. The heat of his grimy touch searing your flesh, a feeling you hadn't felt since dating him. "Please—"

And as if hearing your desperation from afar, an arm you've lately become familiar with snaked itself around your waist.

Unlike your ex's, his touch brought you comfort, a mellow warmth you couldn't replicate with just anything.

"Bunny…!" You sniffed, immediate relief flooding you as he pulled you flush against him, your back slotting in his chest with ease.

Bunny didn't reply back to you, instead, he tucked your head beneath his chin in quiet acknowledgement and held you close like he always did. Gaze fixed forward, he stood to his full height and sized down the man intruding on his territory.

Your ex quickly grew alarmed under Bunny's scrutiny, though he tried, and pathetically so, to appear as if the six feet and three inches of pure muscle didn't frighten him.

"Who—Who, who the hell are you?!"

And again, Bunny didn't respond to your ex, though his displeased expression spoke in its stead. His narrowed eyes lingered on the man's hand, namely the way it had still yet to detach from your arm.

Bunny's arm around your waist wandered, trailing low around your hips and pushing you further into his proximity while the other grabbed a hold of the man's wrist.

"Argh—!"

Pain immediately painted his face in a hideous hue, a show of Bunny's unusual strength, one you've never been subjected to despite however many times you've ' irritated' Bunny.

"I—I'll leave! I'll go- damn it!"

Your ex's grip on your arm loosened on instinct, and Bunny was quick to take advantage of the fact. He let go of the man's wrist, quickly replacing it with your now freed arm and pulling you out of the door-frame's way.

The door swung shut, a reverberating bang that was tensely followed with eerie silence.

"…."

You gulped, dread growing in the pit of your stomach as you tried to make sense of the situation— something you were unable to do given how you couldn't even see Bunny's expression.

His grip hasn't left your arm either, and his breathing has only gotten heavier behind you, the heat of his breath fanning your neck with the threat of something.

Bunny has always had quite the good memory, there's no way he'd forget what just happened— let alone forgive you for it. To even consider otherwise is just plain stupid, and the mere thought of receiving his silence shatters your heart.

You turn to face him before you realise, your free hand reaching to cup his face with desperation you aren't aware you're capable of, only to stop when he refuses to meet you.

"Bunny, I—"

The reaction you fear doesn't come. Not in irate huffs, or stomping feet, or crossed arms. No, nothing of the sort.

Bunny's gaze is just so sad as he stares off into the distance, his expression contorted with intense confusion, like he can't figure out something he craves so deeply to understand.

"Bunny..?" Your voice trails of unsurely, your hand hovering with just as much certainty.

He finally turns to face you, or namely your arm that he'd still yet to let go of, and what he does next— has your stomach lurch.

"B-Bunny—?!"

He's licking your arm, slobbering all over the flesh of your limb with the instinct of an animal grooming its beloved.

Your fluster goes ignored, though the spike in your pulse doesn't go unnoticed by the large man before you, his darkening eyes a telling sign of his growing desires.

Bunny stares at you, unblinking and lust-glazed as he approaches your proximity with the nature of a veteran. Swift, effortless, and readily— like he knows what he's doing. Like he's seen you do it so many times before that it has now become a part of his strange nature.

"Hah—" you let out a soft sigh, your thighs clenching against yourself, a pit of need growing in your core as he littered your exposed skin with countless opened mouth kisses— covering you in his scent.

Bruises are bound to grow with how hard he bites at the flesh, but the pain eases into pleasure as he licks at the teared skin with uncontainable reverence. His desire leaks through just as much as yours, you feel it in the way he presses against you, a short friction that only fuels your longing.

His lips wander at an agonising pace, from your ears to your neck, your neck to your collarbone— and they travel lower and lower. Bunny has reached your stomach before you know it, and he stops for a short moment, just staring at you with dilated eyes. There's intention behind them, and you can only whine with desperation as the moment of tension lengthens into eternity.

The air smells different. Sweeter.

Enticing.

Your pheromones are running haywire, Bunny notices, of course he does. The faint twitch of his nose as he picks up on the change in your scent is obvious— he can see your chest heave from anticipation and your eyes glaze with the hope of release.

It's so blatantly clear that you're aroused— and Bunny wants nothing more than to breed you full of his essence.

But he doesn't just do as he pleases this time.

This time, he waits for your words of permission with patience that is unbecoming of him.

"Bunny…"

Your voice is soft as you address him, breathy and mellifluous as they charge the air with palpable tension. Grabbing the lengths of his short hair, you pull him flush against you, pressing his face close to the heat of your need.

"Will you…" Lashes fluttering, you met his gaze head on, a small smile growing on your lips as you awaited for his reaction.

"Will you show me how bunnies show their affection?"

GRRRR THIS IS TWO REQUESTS IN ONEEEE

the sun is hitting him just right, making him look absolutely divine. your boyfriend has always been capable of taking your breath away with just a single good angle, so it's good his goofy personality grounds you every now and again. otherwise, you'd never let him out of your bed.

his hair is gelled in its usual pushed-back style, furin jacket shed due to the increasing temperatures. even without knowing his routines, you'd be able to guess he was just hard at work on the roof, the veins in his arms bulging from the exertion.

a collective set of groans is heard behind him, and yet it does nothing to dampen his mood. instead, he takes it upon himself to run to you, finding your pace too slow for his liking.

"ah, you look so gorgeous!" he gushes, squeezing your cheeks together to pout your lips before he engulfs you in a bone-crushing hug.

you feel yourself burning up, and not just from the weather, "haji-" his grip tightens, "uh, sorry. baby, i missed you," you muster up through the lack of air.

"so did i!" he finally lets go, giggling to himself as you try to catch your breath, holding onto his arm. he waves to the others, bidding them goodbye. in spite of the first years being slightly disgusted by his lovesickness, they laugh.

suo nudges the distressed sakura, "how sweet, wouldn't you say?"

"yeah, w-whatever!" sakura turns the opposite way, storming off with nirei, tsugeura and kiryu trailing closely behind.

hajime crouches down in front of you, patting his shoulders, "get on, sweet cheeks! can't have ya over-exerting yourself in these conditions. oh! have you drank enough water?"

bewildered, and wholly embarrassed, your voice lowers, "i'm wearing a skirt! i'll flash everyone around!" the last thing you needed was people being able to see up your skirt.

"how silly of me to forget~" he grins, eyebrows wiggling as he eyes your clothes. he hands you his furin jacket, "tie it around your waist, i can't have people seeing what's meant for my eyes only."

you do as you're told, no less flustered. you finally climb onto his back, arms wrapped around his shoulders, legs held up by his hands on the back of your thighs. his fingers dig into your plush flesh gently as he massages you idly, "am i not too-"

he jostles you up, snickering as he adjusts his grip, "don't insult me like that. i should be able to carry you no matter what."

your hold on him tightens, "meanie," you huff, "thought you were gonna drop me."

"never," he puffs out his chest, "beat me up if i do."

"i'll hold you to that," you smush your face into his back. you feel the muscles straining under his shirt, your belly doing a few flips. how you scored someone like umemiya will never fail to baffle you.

the heat from his body combined with the glaring sun incites a long yawn, nuzzling into his back more. you don't know where he's taking you, but it doesn't matter either, as long as he's with you you'll be safe anywhere.

you nearly doze off, eyes closed and a trickle of drool slipping down your chin from the corner of your mouth until you hear a door lock turning. lifting your head, you see the entrance of your home.

he walks in, taking off his and your shoes before he sits you down on the couch. walking into the kitchen to grab you two some water, he makes the mistake of looking back at you right as you stretch, face contorted into another yawn.

"eeek!" he squeals happily, running back over and tackling you onto your back, aggressively nuzzling his face into your neck. "you're such a cutie!"

"my- kiss super- kiss duper- kiss adorable- kiss sweetheart!" you giggle away as he tickles your sides too, pressing kisses all over your face and neck.

his hands travel beneath your shirt, continuing his tickling attack. but as his hands make contact with your bare skin, combined with a well-timed kiss on that specific spot on your neck, a moan worms its way though the laughter.

he stills briefly, eyes darting up to your flushed face. he notes your eyes shifting everywhere but to him. you bite your lip, somehow managing to look cute and hot at the same time. heat pools in his gut as he feels a stir in his pants.

crawling further over you, he cages you in, arms on both sides of your head. he nuzzles his nose against yours, your breath hitching, "don't tell me my baby got all hot and bothered from just that."

you shrink into yourself slightly, "and what if i did?"

his smile is soft as he cups your face, "then that means i've got to take care of it for you, if you'll let me."

he chuckles at your small nod, leaning down to press a myriad of kisses onto your face again. your heart is so full. not only does your boyfriend provide a type of physical safety, but also an emotional one. he can set aside his own excitement in favor of keeping your comfort. all it does is add to your arousal, his quick switch-up from goofy and loving to gentle and still loving warms your entire body, butterflies swarming your gut.

he leans back slightly, hands traveling down your body and under your skirt, flipping it up. his smile widens upon seeing you've leaked through your panties already, "you're so incredibly adorable, schnookums."

you groan, hiding your face in your hands, "you ruined it!"

said noise quickly transforms into a moan as he presses his thumb to your covered slit, rubbing over your nub through the soaked fabric, "doesn't look like it to me."