P4: Thank You Very Much by Itoko (Idoll_itk)

But then he reminded himself. Fuck that shit. He had made sure you knew you were his. Nothing would make him give up that claim now. With a sharp pointed jerk of motion he sheds off his clothes and slips back into your bed.

The minute he feels your warmth against him his cock instantly harden to its full massive size. Yo remind you of that claim he molds himself to your back, soaking in the sensation of being yours too.

Nudging your legs apart he rocks his shaft between your thick thighs, barely grazing against your still sensitive folds. The already leaking tip of his cockhead teases at your entrance in a silent promise.

“Hmm, what are you doing?” You moan, your body responding faster than your mind that’s still foggy with sleep.

“Well… I think I’m saying a proper good morning to my mate,” he purrs.

And at the same time he pushes past the tight ring do your sex.

Your jaw drops and a long mewl pours out of you. He rocks in deeper and deeper, being gentle with your sweet sore cunt in a way that surprises you. And somehow turns you on even more. Yet just as you’re about to moan again, the sound slipping out of you, he slaps a hand over your mouth.

Silencing you and blocking out your airways. The blunt cut off makes you squirm and buck against his dick, taking even more of him. You wanna cry out so damn bad. You know he can tell too by the way he chuckles lowly in your ear.

“Shhh, don’t wanna wake the cub now,” he murmurs deliciously, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to your core.

Realization dawns on you and you wanna smack yourself. How could you have forgotten there was another person in the house? Better question was wondering how he could’ve remembered.

But even as he keeps going, pushing in deeper, he doesn’t move his hand. Not letting you fully breathe until he bottoms out.

Then is when he really gives it to you.

Not even giving you a minute to catch your breath till he starts pounding away at you. The mess left between your thighs from last night works as the perfect lube to help him stretch you out all over again.

Your bodies sloppily slap together, showing just how bad of a wreck you are for him. Your eyes roll back with every thrust. So much so that you’re almost scared they’ll get stuck there.

His pace is a brutal and relentless thing. Like he’s been waiting so so long for this. The friction is maddening and you can’t get enough. Shamelessly you jerk your frame into his, meeting every movement with your own feral jump of your hips.

Which only makes him jackhammer his cock into you harder and harder. Pinning you to the mattress with his overwhelming force. Not making you go without the feeling of his shaft grinding against your g-spot for long.

How works your body on his thick meat as if wanting every inch of your body to remember the feel of him. Pushing out the memory of everyone else. Not satisfied until he’s positive you’ll only be able to cum from his dick alone.

And he cements that possibility more as he makes you cum time and time again. On every available surface of your room. Rubbing all your special spots raw and then finding new ones or mold to his touch. Ensuring a mixture of both your fluids are sprayed everywhere like a claimed territory officially marked.

You’re not sure how much time passes but the sun isn’t even up yet when you demand nourishment. Your new mate has to carry you to the kitchen, legs unable to work on their own, so you can eat something. Of course he cooks for you, taking care of your needs like a good mate should.

But it isn’t long until he gets distracted by the way you look propped up on the counter. All domestic and perfect, he can’t take it. Without either of you remembering how you got there you find yourself pinned to that same counter.

Your feet aren’t even touching the ground as he plows your poor pussy into the next dimension. Not that you could use them anyway. At this point you’re nothing but a fleshlight as he bounces you up and down his length. Watching it disappear inside of you and hating the sight of it pulling out.

“Fffffuck, my mate. Need this messy hole so bad, you know I need you just like you need me. She’s practically locking me up inside her,” he growls, nipping at your throat with his fangs.

Swiveling his hips he aims to hear that cute cry in response. Ecstasy churns in your gut and he knows just how to hone it. Each pump of his hips brings you closer to release.

You’re not even sure if you can come anymore. But if anyone could do it it’s him. The man who knows and worships your body like no one else.

“Won’t be able to go long without me, right? Might have to keep sneakin’ away during the day to take care of this pussy. Make sure she’s all full of cum.”

His words hit you in a harsh blow just as he spreads open your ass cheeks and grinds his cock impossibly deeper, making out with your cervix like he’s sucking the orgasm right out of you.

It washes throughout your body like an uncontrollable force, unraveling you from the inside out. Just before you scream his fingers find their way inside your mouth and you suck hard as you milk his cock for everything it’s worth.

He doesn’t have time to pull out at all and honestly you don’t give him a chance. By the time your walls pulse around his girth he’s already filling you up so hard it may be enough to knock you up again.

Your Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid Boyfriend is a big ol’ softie.

He definitely looks scary, with that dark eyeliner and silky white fringe, but he cuddles up to you like there’s no tomorrow. Your warmth makes him feel complete.

He’ll wrap you up in strong arms, chains and spikes that dab his forearm— in the name of fashion, of course— poke at your skin. “Sorry, sweetcheeks.” He’ll whine as he cuddles up closer to your stomach. “‘Ure jus too addictive”

Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid Boyfriend who is quick to thump his foot against the ground and pin his ears to his head if he sees any guy with you, especially someone he hasn’t met.

He’ll stroll on by and wrap a gentle arm around your middle, a snide smile grazing his lips as a fire lingers in his dark eyelined eye.

“Got a new friend? How cute.” Your boyfriend will curve his mouth into the dip on your neck. “Why don’t cha’ introduce me?”

Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid Boyfriend who will occasionally surprise you with a new piercing. He’ll spread your legs, diving deep into your pussy as you wail and tug at his ears.

Until you feel something new.

He’ll notice your slight hesitation and chuckle to himself. “Feelin’ something new?” His words vibrating against your perky clit.

Then his head raises, and out rolls his pink tongue with a pretty little silver ball dead center.

Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid Boyfriend who stalked you for a long time before you first met.

Just the thrill of being outside your bedroom window, watching your chest rise and fall as you slept made him jitter with excitement. His cock couldn’t help but spring up in his skinny jeans!

Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid Boyfriend who keeps a photo of you in his wallet. Black and leather, cold with a dangling chain on it. However, on the inside, decorated with a warm photo you claim to hate. For no reason, might he add.

Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid Boyfriend who bites you. His teeth aren’t sharp, quite flat actually, so your pain isn’t exactly what he’s after. Instead, the claim he has on you, letting every other hybrid know that you’re his gets him off.

Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid Boyfriend who fingers you just to see his chipped fingernails work their way through your walls.

“Ya’ like that? Ohh yes you do. Look at cha’ squirm, doll.” He’d tease, going all the more deeper just to get under your skin.

Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid Boyfriend with a sleeper build. He’s tall and skinny at first glance, something you could snap like a pencil.

But at midnight, when the moons aglow and your bedroom is lit up, he’ll have his arms around you in a chokehold.

Pounding away at your tight cunt, lengthy tip prodding at your cervix he’ll squeeze his arm just a little bit tighter, crushing your neck between pale biceps.

“Fuckin’ like that? Little slut. No one can fuck you like this but me. You aren’t gonna leave? Are ya?”

Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid Boyfriend who lets you play with his ears no matter how much it makes him squirm.

He loves to be taken care of, as much as he loves to take care of you. The thought of you running your fingers through silky snow hair makes him blush. A deep red that spreads like a wildfire on his face.

“Don’t stop lovin’ on me, kay? Even when we’re old and grey.”

CW: rut, breeding, mating season, breeding, overstimulation, belly bulge

The sun had climbed high, but time meant nothing. I was faced down in the forest dirt, ass up, trembling and exposed. The wolf’s knot was still locked deep inside me—fat, swollen, pulsing so hard I swore I could feel it bulging through my tummy.

Every little grind of his hips made me cry out, not even words anymore… Just squeaks, sobs, broken whimpers spilling into the grovel. The slick between us was endless, soaking my thighs, dripping down to the ground. Every move made a sticky, obscene squelch, as though our bodies weren’t separate anymore, but fusing together at the knot.

The beast leaned over me, heavy, scenting the top of my head like I was already marked. “That’s it,” he murmured, voice low and satisfied, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re gone, aren’t you? My pretty bunny’s brain all melted from knot.”

I twitched, back arching as another orgasm ripped through me without warning, my body clenching and fluttering around him, milking him harder. My cotton tail quivered against his stomach, twitching helplessly as more slick gushed out, making the sounds between us wetter, filthier.

“You keep leaking, keep milking me,” he growled, claws pressing into my hips until I squealed. “Pathetic little thing can’t stop, can’t help yourself. You’ll take every rut I’ve got until you can’t even breathe without my knot keeping you open.”

I whimpered, tears streaking down my cheeks, my body shuddering violently in overstimulation. I couldn’t move, couldn’t fight, couldn’t beg—just twitch and squeak while he kept grinding inside me.

“Good prey,” he whispered, his tone almost tender in its cruelty. “Stay knotted. Stay ruined. You’re mine until I decide you’re empty.”