Omg. Do I smell another person who has a specific piss kink? Can you do a hybrid hairy bear Price x hybrid whatever (preferably chubby) reader. Just make the hybrid match the vibe of the woods. Can be another bear or dear or wolf. Whatever. Well, let’s say bear hybrids don’t hibernate per se but they do get sleepy and lazy during winter. So much so, Price doesn’t want to leave his warm cave to go take a piss in the snow. Why do that when he can piss in his sweeties cunnie. He’s not mean like bull price. I see him being so caring and loving. Bonus when he’s done, he just slumps on top of you, and starts grooming you with his tongue while cockwarming. Also, love your writing! I fucking love hybrid shit man. Girly could use a knot.
girl you know i'm into it... we need to stick together xp
info— price x reader . hybrid au . piss kink . afab reader
john was, ironically, a teddy bear. the thick patches of hair dusting his body with a healthy layer of fat served as a cozy spot for you to burrow in, unafraid to fall into the fox instincts of yours.
when winter arrived, it was rare to see you two apart from each other for longer than a minute. his calloused fingertips dug into your plush hips, your chest substituted for his pillow, and your thighs the warmest place imaginable to his sleepy mind.
of course, hibernation came with its struggles. why would he wanna leave the comfort of his mates arms just to go piss in the snowstorm outside? not to mention how clingy you were; your tail dusting his body—like a silent plea to stay.
so the best solution was to stay put! john carefully prodded those thick fingers into your cunt, lazily curling inside the slick heat that only tried taking him deeper. the slick coated his knuckles and your thighs by the time he finished. when he huffed into your neck, deciding it was enough prep, you could only mewl at the cock now pressing against your entrance.
john slowly eased himself in, making certain not to hurt his precious pup. and when you clamped down, he couldn't help but buck his hips deeper. hearing that wet noise of him spearing you open only spurred him on. he manhandled you, prominent muscles keeping you still as he carved a space for himself in you.
john eventually stilled, seemingly content now with the warmth that surrounded him... but what you thought was just cock warming ended with a hot stream of piss filling you up.
the heat was fucking delicious, claws digging into johns back as you shifted, riding out the high you got from being stuffed. no need to worry about infections, the bear was just as eager to lap into your cunt, cleaning it up like he found a sweet treat.
john halfheartedly groomed you afterwards, the sleepiness weighing on his shoulders now that he isn't sporting a full bladder. and there you were, twitching little fox, waiting for the next time he needed to piss.
