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Spring has arrived, the sun is warm as it filters in through the back screen door. The air fresh and crisp as you breathe it in. It's a lazy Saturday morning after another long week of work and your sweet little bunny boy Tomura is in heat.
"Pleeease Mommy, please," he whines, arms tight around your waist.
He nuzzles up against your back, fluffy white hair tickling the side of your face. Running the cold tip of his nose against your neck, the scent of your skin makes him whine louder and tightens his grip. You can feel how much his erection burns as he rubs it up along your ass. Soft little squeaks echoing in your ear, making your cheeks burn as well.
"Baby, I can't right now," you sigh, shaking the full laundry basket to emphasize your point, "I really need to get these done."
But Tomura clings on tighter, nearly causing you to trip over one of his many toys he's left scattered around your studio apartment. It squeaks out harshly under your foot and you catch yourself by bracing atop the basket. The sudden shift pushes your ass into Tomura’s groin. Giving friction to his needy cock and a moan escapes him. It rumbles deep in his gut as he humps against you. You groan in frustration, kicking the toy away.
"Tomura, you know better than to leave your things around," you chastise.
"I'm sorry, I'll clean them later," he grumbles, nuzzling his face into your shoulder.
Grinding himself firmly against your backside, mewling at how plump your butt is though the fabric of your nightgown. At how warm and soft and nice you smell.
"P-please, I've been waiting all week. I need you Mommy, I really, really need you."
You let out a sigh, exasperated, "I know sweetie, but Mommy has no clothes left to wear."
You can feel his split mouth grin stretch across his face as he buries it into your neck, fingers digging into the front of your dress.
"You don't need to wear anything, you’re already so pretty," he murmurs.
Under his sweet words you can hear the mischief. Know from experience that he's schemed this whole situation. Sighing loudly, you let go of the basket, earning an excited squeal from him. Trembling with anticipation, his grip still firm on your waist as the two of you shuffle awkwardly back to his nest.
"Thank you thank you Mommy!"
His nest sits in the corner across from your bed. A long black curtain drapes around it for when he wants privacy. Varies pillows, plushies and your stolen clothing piled atop a fluffy mattress on the ground. He sinks down into the mass and trys to pull you with him. Face stretching wide with his manic grin. He’s quivering so much it's both cute and concerning.
"Hold on sweetie," you say softly.
It takes a bit of force to pry his hands off yours. He lays there before you. Legs spread open and his cute little pink cockhead peeking out from the soft white fur that covers his lower body. His tall ears upright and attentive, large bunny feet thumping softly on the ground eagerly.
You smile sweetly at him as your hands reach under your nightgown. The most adorable look of anticipation blooms on his face. Whole body bolting upright when you start to shimmy out of your last remaining underwear. He instantly reaches out for you, your name insistent on his lips and fingers grabbing. Only to have his spirits crush when you toss your panties onto his face and give his hair a good ruffle.
"Be a good boy Tomu and wait for Mommy to finish her chores first, okay?"
He looks as if you just slapped him. Ear falling flat, heartbroken and eyes wet with tears.
"B-B-But!"
"No sweetie. Mommy is busy, you will wait," you tell him firmly.
His lips pull into a grimace, about to protest, but a stern look from you makes him restrain himself.
"Good boy~."
And with that you turn away to start your laundry.
You can hear his soft cries as you do your chores. Little whispers of your name and pleas accompanied by the rutting of his hips. You catch glimpses of him in the corner of your vision as you work. See how desperately he thrusts up into his hand, how his pink shaft glistens in the sunlight. Your panties smoother against his face as his bright red eyes bore into you. His gaze never leaving, following your every move as you tidy up his things.
"M-Mommy… I want you Mommy, I n-need you," he moans, breathless.
But you feel only a little bad for ignoring him. He's always like this during his ruts. Crying and clingy and oh so very naughty. Every morning you wake up to him humping you desperately. Legs already covered in his dried cum. And every afternoon you return home from work to find a new batch of clothing soiled or stuffed into his nest. You barely made it to the end of the week, having to wear the same pair of underwear three times. The very pair you gave him to occupy himself. It's stuff in his mouth now as he humps a pillow covered with your shirt.
He stares intensely at you. Face flush and humping faster when you make eye contact. Look at him, his gaze begs. Look at how much he needs you, how good he can make you feel. How much better it would be to have your warm plush body under him instead of this pillow. Please, his eyes beg, please come press your body against his.
You merely smile, giving him a little wave and turn away. His sharp whine at your rejection sends a warmth that tingles across your skin. It’s so much fun to tease him when he’s like this. Make him flustered and feral. Crouching over to dig something out from under the bed, you edge him further by wiggling your bare bottom as you reach in. His voice breaks, high pitch cry turning shallow and raspy.
A squeal escapes you as strong hands yank you back by the hips and tosses you over. Tomura hovers above you, pupils blow so wide the red only a thin ring. Heavy breathes heave out of his chest, mouth wet with drool as he stares down at you.
"Mommy, you're so mean…" he rasps, breath warm as it fans across your face.
Gaze darting down, you see how hard and wet his cock has become. Bobbing in striking contrast against his white fur.
"I'm sorry to make you feel that way. But Tomu, you know better than to leave your things around."
You stuff the little rubber carrot you found under the bed into his mouth and he growls at you. But the attempt is softened by the cute little squeak that biting down on the toy produces. Laughing softly, you push him away with your palm to his forehead. He's stubborn but he lets you get up.
"Look at you Tomu, what a cute little boy you are," you coo.
But he remains stiff, still grumpy at you. You run your fingers though his hair, lightly scrapping his scale, gentle and loving.
"Trying to be all tough. But Mommy knows, she knows what a good boy you're trying to be. How hard it must be to wait. She's so proud of you for being so patient."
The praise makes him lightheaded and he goes slack against you, nuzzling his cheeks along your legs. Soft little sighs mingle with the squeaks of the toy still in his mouth. You love running your hands through his hair. Love stroking his long floppy ears and love how much he loves it too. Tomura moans loudly, shamelessly at your touch. His hands are rough on your thighs, palms running up from your knee and dangerous close to your exposed cunt. You think about chastising him but choose to pull his hands away instead. He whimpers and looks up at you questioning.
"B-but I've been good," he says around the rubber carrot.
"Come here baby," you say softly and tug him back towards his nest.
Upon realizing your intentions he's quick to scamper over. Nails scraping lightly against the floor. You kneel, patting the pile and he throws himself on. Hands place politely on his chest as he spreads his legs wide and sinks down into the nest.
"Good boy Tomu, my sweet little Tomu," you coo, ruffling his hair and earning a delighted squeak from him and the toy.
Your fingertips are light as they trail over his face, feeling the rough scarred skin. You sigh, giving him a tender smile. All the things he must have gone through before finding you. You kiss his forehead, kiss the scar over his right eye. To kiss away as much of his pain as you can. He hums under you, warm and content as you pepper his faces with kisses.
“My sweet boy, my precious boy,” you hum between each press of your lips.
Your hand trail down to the scars on his neck, feeling the bob of his Adam's apple. He’s melting under you, body lax and buzzing with that good lightheaded feeling. Lovingly your fingertips run across the length of his collarbone and down his chest. Tracing shapes against all the grooves and curves of his body. He's wheezing and the toy keeps squeaking, and you can't help but giggle at just how utterly adorable he is.
"Is my little Tomu needy?"
He nods vigorously, raspy groans spilling out from behind the rubber carrot. You laugh and pull it out of his mouth.
"Speak clearly now baby."
"Y-Yes Mommy, please touch my cock, pleeease," he begs. His lips wet and oh so kissable.
And so you do, pressing your mouth to his and sucking all those sweet words right from his tongue. Tomura may be rough around the edges but he's always honest, one of the many things you love about him. He's a quivering mess under you. Moaning and sucking back on your tongue with fever. Grabbing onto the front of your dress, pulling the fabric tight between his fingers. He wants to rip it off your body, wants to feel the heat of your skin press against his. To bite and nip your flesh, to suckle against your breast. To feel the warm bud rolling against his tongue as you fill his mouth. Your praises and sighs filling his head—
A high pitch sigh escapes him as his hips roll up into nothing, begging, needy. Your hand continues to run across his body, the skin warm and turning pink from lust. Pressing your palm over his left breast, you feel the fluttering beat of his heart. Your fingertips circle around a perk nipple, giving small gentle strokes that have his back arching up into your touch. You smile at his reaction and apply a firmer pressure. Rolling the bud between your index and middle finger as you grope and knead his chest.
"P-Pleeease Mommy, m-my cock, t-touch my-" he begs against your lips.
One of his hands grabs at your wrist, tugging it down to where he wants it—needs it most. He's so cute when he's like this.
"Okay, okay. I see my baby is in no mood for teasing."
Your hand finally wraps around his cute little shaft, well not so little now that stands tall and firm against his white fur. Shiny with precum and a deep tantalizing rouge color. Feral little noises rumble in his throat as you stroke it, gently slow motion that makes him buck up, chasing your touch.
"Ah, your hand feels sooo much better."
He pulls at the front of your dress, his demand very evident.
"Shh, in a moment sweetie," you coo and keep kissing him.
Tomura whines but his hips move faster. Growing slicker in your hand. Fluids oozing from his tip and slippery between your fingers. His flesh warm and veins pulsing under you touch. He can barely kiss you back at this point, just open mouth cries of bliss as you suck on his lips.
"M-Mommy, I'm close, I'm-" he cries out.
"Oh my already?" You tease and give him one last firm stroke before pulling off completely.
He whimpers at the loss, bolting up to grab your hand but you push him back down. A playful little smile on your face.
"Hush Tomu, just wait."
When you settle yourself down between his legs his panic subsides, melting back down into the pile. Leaning over you give the tip a gentle kiss. Taste the sticky sweet precum that coats it. The noises that leave his lips are succulent as you work him over. Giving little kitten licks to his cockhead. His body shutters, his hands tangle into your hair.
"Stop teasing," he cries.
His hips buck up, eager to feel the warm embrace of your mouth. Giggling, you obliged but only a little. The tip slipping past your lips and no more. Your hands holding his hips in place as you stuck the head and swirl your tongue between the foreskin.
"Please, pleeease I wanna cum!"
Tomura was so close, so wound up. Why do you taunt him like this? Your laughter vibrates against his cock and it takes so much restraint not to cum right then and there. But he has to be good, he is good. He’s your good boy and he knows you will take care of him. No matter how much you tease.
You give him one more teasing suckle before hollowing your cheeks and sliding the whole thing down. His fur is soft on your nose and it makes you giggle more. The scent of his musk fills your head, coiling the heat that burns at your core. Tomura holds out only long enough to feel the tight grip of your throat. He can’t stop his cock from sputtering, letting out a long-winded cry he empties himself. Grip tightening in your hair, keeping you in place as he thrusts into your mouth. Hot sweet cum oozing all over. You swallow and swallow, deep gulping sounds that make his balls tighten, squeezing out lingering drops of cum onto your tongue. Tomura sees white, gut coiled tight as you milk him. His head is fuzzy, his body electrified. It feels so much better cuming when it’s your mouth that does it. And when you finally pull off with a lewd plop, he collapses into his nest. Sweat coating his burning skin and air wheezing sharply from his lungs.
"No, w-wait, more, more," he whines, legs quick to wrap around your waist as you pull back. "M-Mommy—” he gulps in a breath, “Mommy hasn't come yet. You want to feel good too right?"
"My goodness Tomu, so much energy," you laugh, running your hands along the fur on his thighs.
He's tugging at your clothes again and so you finally give in. Pulling the garment off and tossing it into his nest. Grabby hands instantly reach for your chest. Taking each breast in hand and squeezing.
"So soft… and squishy," he giggles.
His hips are already grinding back up into you. Holding you tight and pulling you over him. His lips quick to latch on, wet tongue flickering over a nipple as he suckles. His enthusiasm makes you feel good all over. His little moans and neediness making the tension in your gut coil tighter.
"Good boy," you hum and hold his head close.
He whines at your praise and rolls his hips up into you. Legs squeezing you closer. It’s moments like this that makes him feel safe. Wrap in your embrace, your tender hands caressing him, your heartbeat under his palms. His cock is so sensitive after waiting all week. After how many times he’s made himself cum. But it’s never enough, it never feels as good as when you do it. When it’s your loving hands or sweet mouth and warm tight cunt around him. His whole body quivers with every brush against yours. More, more, he wants so much more of you. Wet lips switch to your other breast. Fingers smearing his spittle over your nipple as he plays with it. Tickling and making you laugh, that wonderful loving voice of yours.
"Ride me Mommy, ride my cock," he begs, breathless between each suckle.
"Shh, baby. Don't hurt yourself."
He’s too eager sometimes. You run your hand through his hair and along his ears. Soothing his boundless energy. Your thighs are growing wet with his slick and your own desire. His whines sound so heartbroken when you pry his legs off.
“Easy Tomu, let Mommy take care of you.”
It’s only when you straddle him that he settles down. His wet cock feels good sliding along your aching cunt. The way his soft fur tickles your inner thighs makes your insides grow slicker. A long throaty moan leaves your lips and it makes him lightheaded. Pressing over him you hold him close, head cradle into your chest as you work yourself up.
"Good boy Tomu, you're such a good boy for Mommy," you sigh, voice high and breathless.
Your hips grind into each other, the wet shlick of your action echoing out loudly. He slobbers against your neck. Panting, moaning, teeth nipping and tongue lapping. More, more, he needs more.
"Please, pleeease," he begs, back arching off the ground, trying to push himself inside your warm wet cunt.
He hasn't fully recovered yet but he will soon. You want to tease him more, but you too are growing desperate. Wet cunt clenching around nothing, begging to be filled. One hand reaches between your bodies and takes hold of his weeping cock, guiding it in. Tomura is average at best, maybe a little longer than most but that's what makes him so perfect. His cock slides in nicely. Just the right size for you, digging a little deeper, brushing that sweet stop up inside your walls.
"Oh Tomu," you cry out breathless, squeezing tight around him, savoring the way he fills you.
He moans loudly into your chest. Hands reaching out to grab your ass. Fingers digging as he tries to get you to move. He can’t wait even a second, already thrusting, short little bucks that pap against your thighs.
"Yes, yes, Mommy's pussy is the best! The best, the best, and her breasts and her kisses and—"
His sweet little ramblings make you giggle, make you blush and feel loved. You return his eager thrusts, hips slapping against his matted fur. He feels so good inside you, filling you up, his cockhead brushing over that sweet spot again and again. You grind your hips forward, seeking the friction of his soft fur against your aching clit. The sounds you two make are shameless, wet and loud and filthy. You can feel the sweat build up on your skin, burn hotter as Tomura licks it off and suckles the flesh. Your ass hurts from his kneading, slender fingers digging and pulling at the cheeks. Your legs start to give, tension buzzing up your thighs as you two slap against each other.
"Oh Tomu, baby, my baby," you cry breathless, face buried into his hair.
He lets out a strangled little noise as his hands go brushing on your ass. Back arching up as his powerful legs push his cock deeply into you. You’re almost throw off balance but Tomura holds on tight. Relentless as he pounds up into you, whining and slobbering all over your chest.
"M-Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!" He cries out, biting your neck as you help milk him dry.
Your walls squeeze tight, savoring every inch of his cock inside you. Burning wet muscles constructing around him and refusing to let go. A sharp simmering cry rips from his throat as he comes undone. Spilling out ropes and ropes of hot gooey cum.
You finally stop when he starts to sound pained. Pulling off with a wet plop. He slides so easily out of you, slick and sticky as his cock flops back against his matted fur. Tomura is glassy eyed, face flushed and sweaty. So cute, your sweet precious boy. Giving tender kisses to his face, you ease him down from his high. But he doesn't let you go, arms still clinging to your body.
"Good boy, sweet boy," you murmur.
You hold him close despite the sticky discomfort. Smooth the sweaty hair out of his face, kissing him again and again.
"I'm sorry Mommy," he says into your chest.
"It's okay sweetie. I know you've been pent up all week."
"No, no not that. You didn't cum, I couldn't wait…" he sounds close to tears and it pulls at your heart.
You're quick to kiss him more, placing your palms against his cheeks, pulling him up to look at you.
"It's okay sweetie, it's okay. If you feel good Mommy is happy."
For as watery as his eyes are you see that glint of mischief again. See his lips quirk at the corner into a lopsided smile. With a squeal you find yourself toppled over, face first into the pillows. The scent of your combined sweat and sex filling your head. Tomura is heavy over you, hands pulling your ass up to meet his newly hard cock.
"I'm sorry Mommy, I'll make you feel good. I want you to feel good."
His breath is hot in your ear, making you giggle and insides clench. One hand snakes under you, two fingers working circles on your aching clit. You can't help but grind onto his hand. Breathless cries escaping you as he works you over. Tomura slides his cock up along your wet folds. Teasing your cunt and groaning into your ear.
"Baby, you don't need to if you’re sensitive—"
"No! No, I want to! I want to Mommy. I want to be inside you, I love being inside you. Love feeling you hold me, how your body s-sucks my cock. How w-wet and h-hot you get for m-m-me, l-love- I lo-love-" he stutters, fingers working faster and pulling sharper cries from your lips.
"M-Mommy, I l-love—f-fuck, I love you!"
He plunges back inside, and you can't stop the orgasm that overcomes you.
"Ah, Tomu, T-Tomu, b-baby—!"
Your cunt squeezes down tight around him. Fluttering walls sucking him in, whole body convulsing. Tomura only works faster, harder. Snarling, low raspy sounds in your ears. Finger pressing firm clumsy circles on your clit, hips smacking your ass with wet sticky paps. Your cheeks hurt, but the sting makes your body burn with pleasure. The harder he thrust the more you lose the strength to hold yourself up. But that's okay, Tomura's grip is a vice around you. Pressing your sticky bodies together as your moans and wet thrusts echo out together.
Your head is fuzzy, body numb with bliss as his relentless hips pounds into you. His voice, his scent, his burning skin, all of it surrounds you, encompasses you. You’re unsure of how long it is until he finally collapses atop you to catch his breath. The both of you boneless and wheezing. You're sure you came at least a second time, and the sticky ooze that slides down your inner thighs tells you Tomura came much more. But his grip never leaves. Even as his body twitches beside you, his fingers dig into your sides. His lips still kissing the salt off your skin.
You get nothing else done that day or that weekend for the matter. What a needy boy your Tomura is, but that's why you love him.